Katniss studied the man that opened the door. He as definitely strong, muscular, and a threat physically, but Katniss had learned from numerous days at war and the Hunger Games that being at the peak of physical condition meant nothing. Cato had trained for years, but fanged mutts had taken him down. The soldiers Katniss had fought beside in that final battle trained too and they died like any other human. Preparation could not stop a destined death.
Swallowing, Katniss opened her mouth to explain herself, who she was, and why she was there: because of Prim. Her precious baby sister, her little duck, and the reason she would fight the Hunger Games all over again and the war if only for a another chance at saving Prim's life. Instead, she was halted suddenly by the sound of Prim's voice calling out to her. Katniss? Instantly, her brown eyes shot to the source and landed on the girl standing a few feet behind the man. She looked liked Prim, but that meant nothing. What if she was some trick by the Capitol or what was left of it? What if Katniss was high on morphling again and this was just a dream? No, she needed to hold the girl in her arms and look into those innocent eyes herself to be sure.
"Prim!" The brunette could not out muscle the man in front of her, but that never stopped her from reaching her sister. "Prim! Is it really you?" She inquired and ducked, attempting to dodge around the stoic figure blocking the door and run to her sister.