"Um..." Clementine shakes her head. "Not really. Princesses don't fight, normally. They wear pretty dresses and go to balls and whenever they get in trouble a prince or a knight is supposed to come save them. Sometimes they get put under spells and have to be woken up with a kiss." her lips twitch. "I think I'd rather be a shieldmaiden."

The notion is a hopeful one that Clementine herself hasn't given up on thinking about sometimes. It doesn't hurt to play along with it, she thinks, even if there's no knowing if it's really possible they could ever leave this world again, even if the Capitol is somehow stopped. "Deal. When we get out of here."

It wasn't like Clem had much to go back to in her own world.