[He chuckles at her first statement.] I don't feel too old. Best I can guess is I'm somewhere between thirty and thirty five, give or take a few.
[And he does understand how she feels. It's not pity that he feels for her, mainly because he had little enough of that to go around. She didn't need pity, she needed someone to understand her and show her that she wasn't alone in how she did feel.
He waits a few beats before saying anything else, collecting his thoughts. He is pretty wise about most things, especially concerning people's abilities and experiences and with a 17 Wisdom check he makes a few stabs in the dark about a few things. ]
So maybe that just means you had some skills taught to you quite young, and just recently you had to sharpen them for some reason? I don't know what, to you, seems more memory than instinct because the two usually get so intertwined. Someone in your position has to have a helluva time with that.
Most others wouldn't be able to even begin to comprehend what that's like. [He finishes piecing his gun together again, then nods for her to follow him to the range, breaking the topic up for some alleviation. Firing weapons was a surefire way to break them out of their gloomy conversation.] Now, this is your clip, [he raises the clip to eye level before sliding it expertly into the butt of the gun] and this [with a sharp click] is how you load it. Go ahead.
[Once she loads the clip he shows her how to hang onto the gun correctly, showing her again the safety lock, making sure she was comfortable with those. Finally, in his rumbling voice he tacks on, almost as an afterthought:] I never apologize for who I am. Never felt the need.
Neither should you, Katniss. [And with that he turns and squeezes off a double-tap round into the target at the other end of the range, hitting center both times.]
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[And he does understand how she feels. It's not pity that he feels for her, mainly because he had little enough of that to go around. She didn't need pity, she needed someone to understand her and show her that she wasn't alone in how she did feel.
He waits a few beats before saying anything else, collecting his thoughts. He is pretty wise about most things, especially concerning people's abilities and experiences and
with a 17 Wisdom checkhe makes a few stabs in the dark about a few things. ]So maybe that just means you had some skills taught to you quite young, and just recently you had to sharpen them for some reason? I don't know what, to you, seems more memory than instinct because the two usually get so intertwined. Someone in your position has to have a helluva time with that.
Most others wouldn't be able to even begin to comprehend what that's like. [He finishes piecing his gun together again, then nods for her to follow him to the range, breaking the topic up for some alleviation. Firing weapons was a surefire way to break them out of their gloomy conversation.] Now, this is your clip, [he raises the clip to eye level before sliding it expertly into the butt of the gun] and this [with a sharp click] is how you load it. Go ahead.
[Once she loads the clip he shows her how to hang onto the gun correctly, showing her again the safety lock, making sure she was comfortable with those. Finally, in his rumbling voice he tacks on, almost as an afterthought:] I never apologize for who I am. Never felt the need.
Neither should you, Katniss. [And with that he turns and squeezes off a double-tap round into the target at the other end of the range, hitting center both times.]