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“Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings,” she said.
Fueled by the terror of being prey, how quickly he himself had become a predator,
No, Lucy Gray was no lamb. She was not made of sugar. She was a victor.
Still, to think he’d kill her? He looked down at the loaded gun in his hands. Maybe he should’ve left it in the shed. It looked bad coming after her armed. As if he was hunting her. But he wasn’t really going to kill her. Just talk to her and make sure she saw sense.
No he was going to kill his girlfriend. Who he said he loves. Because he has to suck the life out of her in order to be happy. Because he’s a man.
The lake water had reduced his mother’s rose-scented powder to a nasty paste, and he threw the whole thing in the trash. The photos stuck together and shredded when he tried to separate them, so they went the way of the powder. Only the compass had survived the outing.
Shows how he absolutely abandoned every piece of his mother and her kindness the same way he abandoned Lucy Gray. The only thing that survived in him was the evil of his father.