He nodded curtly when she gave him her explanation on why she’d been sat at a lake on her own. “The District’s always boring. It always will be, here. We’re outsiders. We don’t belong here.” He retorted, a slight icy lilt to his voice. “But yes.” He added thoughtfully, slowly stepping to the side. His knife still hidden in its sheath. “We didn’t really get off to a good start. Not that I want to rectify it, or was I implying that we should become better friends… no. That was a mere observation. But… it does seem rather… odd, how you might think that I followed you here. I didn’t.” He assured her, raising his hands slightly. “Nor am I going to attack you. But you’re not from 12, are you?” He asked, almost curious as to where Bliss was from. It still didn’t quell the enmity he felt toward her, about Clove.
“This is all we have left. Cato, isn’t it? I’ve seen you around often.” She added right after he inferred that thiswas not home. Her eyes stayed glued at him as he stepped to the side, the sunlight shining on his blonde hair. “Why don’t you? I mean, you don’t have lots of friends here, yes? I only see four of you.” And that looks quite lonely, she wanted to add, but she stopped herself. She didn’t know what kind of person Cato is, but one thing’s for sure: he’s hard to convince. “And no, I’m not from District 12.” She shook her head slightly. “I’m from District 13.” She added quietly, as if saying her district wasn’t one of the best things to do.
With a small nod, when she asked his name, he looked up to see her properly, taking a few tentative steps toward her. “We don’t belong here, because it’s not our home land. Me and Clove, that is. We’re from a place which is completely different…” He trailed off, his eyes searching the scene in front of him. “I don’t need friends.” He retorted automatically, brow furrowing. “I don’t need them, and I don’t terribly want them.” He added to explain his thoughts. “There are four of us, because we stick together. Me, Clove, Glimmer and Marvel. As Careers, we’re just… it seems that we can be together normally. And… it’s just the way that we like to be, and the way that we’re friends, okay?” He gave her a sharp, defensive nod, “But no. This is not my home, Bliss. From 13? All these years, we’ve been told there was no District 13. I guess we were wrong.” He said with a nonchalant shrug.
