He just looked at her and shrugged and that smile again.
Mara was nearly angry. She might have been angry again if it hadn't all been drained out of her recently. Her head was clear again, like it had been before Katarina killed Finn. She stared at him and searched, looking for anything to add to that gesture.
Same dark brown teddy bear eyes full of amber warmth. He was looking at her with care. He didn't want to hurt her.
This was in direct conflict to everything she had heard about him from the announcements and from Maddie and anyone else she'd encountered who mentioned him. No crazed blood-lust. He wasn't crazy. In her search Mara didn't find mania in his face. What had happened? How did this all happen to someone who, it appeared, wasn't insane?
Moreover, how could after everything that happened could he sit there and not be some kind of savage animal? People had attacked her just out of the assumption that she was unreasonable and would kill them. Did that happen here too? Was he just less good at evading those people than she was?
She realized she had been staring at him and thinking all of these things, trying to decode the mystery that led him there and her heart sank. It dropped past her stomach and straight to China.
She felt panic grip her. She cared. This would either be Finn and Summer and Miranda all over again or she would be dead. She had committed the fatal mistake of caring. After a moment, she resigned herself. There was nothing she could do, no way to un-feel something.
"This makes saints into sinner and sinners into demons, right Jesus boy?" she said with a harsh laugh. It was nice not to be alone, even if it was just for a minute. Maybe it was as important to be there for others as to have them there for you. She wished she'd spent more time with her friends that were gone. They were the only thing she really missed from home, she realized.
She moved in, looking at her hands.
"We're going to hurt each other," she said quietly, matter-of-fact.
Mara brought her head up a fraction and brushed her lips against his in light osculation, no application of pressure.
"Don't go easy on me, Heehaw. If I lose I want to know it's because the winner wanted it more."
As soon as the sentence had ended she was up and sprinted to her bag. Mara tossed a white med kit behind her shoulder at him and took off into the overgrown foliage of the park.
((continued in Endgame