“Sure. Sure. And thanks. For the crackers and all,” said Lucy Gray, grasping the bars to struggle to her feet. He reached through the bars to help her up. “It’s nothing.” “Not to you maybe,” she said. “But it’s meant the world having someone show up like I mattered.” “You do matter,” he said. “Well, there’s a lot of evidence to the contrary.” She rattled her chains and gave them a tug. And then, as if remembering something, she looked up at the sky. “You matter to me,” he insisted. The Capitol may not value her, but he did. Hadn’t he just poured his heart out to her? “Time to go, Mr. Snow!”
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