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The black-haired girl from District 3 who won last year’s Hunger Games. “Hello, I’m Wiress. One of your mentors.”
Sob
And while Lenore Dove will forever be my true love, Louella is my one and only sweetheart.
CAN WE HAVE A BREAK PLEASEEEEEEEE
“At least a little. Possibly a considerable amount,” someone says behind me. I turn to see Plutarch. He waves his camera crew over to record the knife training, but his attention stays on me. “The question is, why didn’t you?”
I h8 u
While he bears a strong resemblance to Ampert, this is not why he looks familiar. It’s Beetee, a victor from District 3.
THIS IS SO FUCJED
“I am. And no doubt you’re wondering why I’m here, Haymitch.” Beetee removes his glasses and polishes them on his shirt. “It’s because I’m being punished for coming up with a plan to sabotage the Capitol’s communication system. I’m too valuable to kill, but my son is disposable.”
Kill me.
“So, if it’s a machine, it can be broken, right?”
It seems the president had second thoughts about your . . . performance.”
Fuck
“I don’t drink.”
Cries
“I think the important part is it makes you forget terrible things,” I say.
Here’s to you, Louella. I tip open the eagle lid, down the milk, and wipe the moustache from my lip. Then I close the door, holding out the pitcher helplessly. “It’s empty.”
King hell yeah
“Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease,” he muses. “What disease?” “Incompetence. You can’t ignore it, or it spreads.”
“Look at them all. Survivors. During the Dark Days, people burned books to stay alive. We certainly did. But not the Heavensbees. They remained stinking rich, even when the best families were reduced to squalor.”
His insult disturbs me less than his familiarity with District 12.
Fucker
How has he unearthed this obscure fact about a pocket of musicians in the throwaway district of 12?
Wouldn't you know
“No, but I do. And I will orchestrate your death based on your behavior from here on out. You decide what you want Lenore Dove and your mother and that dear little brother of yours to see. You can die clean and fair, or we can open the Games with the slowest, most agonizing death ever to befall a tribute. And yes, you should be thanking me for giving you the option.”
Oh lord
“Snow lands on top.”
Standing in the doorway is Louella McCoy.
WHAT
Most of all, she won’t look me in the eye, which my sweetheart never failed to do.
Kill me
As an afterthought, she went to see if she could rouse Magno, but he didn’t answer his door and she thinks he might be dead, which is the only thing that’s keeping her going.
Wait this is hilarious
“Effie!”
My queen
At least the Trinkets aren’t mean, just clueless,
“Listen, I’m going to be a real jerk in my interview. It’s something my team worked up, but I will never hurt you, okay? Or any of the Newcomers. That’s a promise.” “We know that,” says Wellie, eyes full of trust.
“Haymitch? Is that really you?” The breathless voice, rough with recent tears, cuts right through to my heart. Lenore Dove.
OH FUCK
Sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up. Because the world doesn’t have to be so terrifying. That’s on people, not the world.
Real
“We will be together always,” I say with conviction. “I don’t know how, and I don’t know where, I don’t know anything, but I feel that in my heart. You and me, we will find each other, as many times as it takes.”
Crying on my flight rn
You stay alive, play your songs, love your people, live the best life you can. And I’ll be there in the Meadow waiting for you. It’s a promise. Okay?”
Bro
“Yes, you’re right. If it gets discovered, my next meal will probably be a large platter of poisoned oysters. But I risked it because I need you to trust me, Haymitch. More importantly, I need you to trust the information I’m about to give you.” I’m completely lost. “What information?” “About how to break the arena.”
KING SHIT FR
“No more implicit submission for you, Haymitch Abernathy. Blow that water tank sky high. The entire country needs you to.”
ones deemed fated to destroy humanity because of their ability to replicate any scenario using any person. “And in mere seconds!” He snaps his fingers to emphasize their speed. “I guess it was the right thing to do, given our natures. We almost wiped ourselves out even without them, so you can imagine. But oh, the possibilities!”
Suzanne said fuck AI?????
“Well, I’m despicable on many levels, but in this I’m on your side.”
REAL
Maysilee rallies one last time. “As if you needed our help.”
I love her
I don’t say so, but I’ve got a feeling her people are long dead, and if they’re alive, how tragic for them to see her only to lose her again. There’s no good ending to Lou Lou’s story.
Like the Avox from Katniss' 1st games
I hold out my arms. Without a word, Wyatt and Maysilee join in a group embrace. Lou Lou wiggles into the center of the hug and we tighten our hold, feeling one another’s pulses and sweat and skin. Ten minutes from now, who will even still have a heartbeat?
Haymitch the man you would've been
Effie Trinket flies into the room.
She was his Cena
Poison. That’s what’s running in this stream.
I knew it… too perfect
All I want is to be home in my bed in 12, with Ma there to take care of me. To spoon me sips of chicken back broth and pile every quilt on my shaking body and put a goose feather pillow under my head.
Forreal
Wyatt. Wyatt Callow whose luck just ran out. I can’t believe how hard it hits me, how much it hurts. A few days ago, I didn’t even want him for an ally. But he wasn’t a bad guy, really. He just came from a rotten family. District 12’s sympathy will be in short supply.
No
I wonder how Wyatt died and immediately feel certain he was protecting Lou Lou, the way no one had ever protected him. Including me. I ran off and left all the Newcomers to fend for one another. I know I had to if I was going to carry out Beetee’s plan, but it sure doesn’t feel good.
But nothing’s only anything in this arena, and when the blood begins running from her eyes, her nose, her mouth, the last reminding me of our dear president, I know I’m wrong.
WWHAT THE HELLY
Whatever else she may be, Maysilee Donner is not a turncoat.
When I hook Wyatt’s token around my neck, it’s like having both him and Maysilee with me.
I say my good-byes to those I love. Burdock and Blair. Hattie. Ma and Sid. And finally, Lenore Dove, my rare and radiant girl. I try not to be scared.
I slide my knife into his belt, muss his hair like I do Sid’s, and say, “Best ally ever.”
Carnivorous mutts. Tearing Ampert apart.
No
Ampert’s been swallowed up by the Capitol, and his coffin will hold only these pearly white bones.
I’ve got nothing but a big mouth and an inflated sense of my own self-importance. All foam, no beer, that’s me. Near beer.
Lowk president Snow
“Oh, I’ve got piles of food, but tragically, no silverware.” One side of her mouth curls up. She pulls a pocketknife and a fork twisted out of a piece of wire from her pocket. “We’re covered.”
a cloud of bean and ham hock soup steam dampens my face. Mags. Trying to reach us, to let us know we are not alone in our pain, to give us strength to go on. Tears fill my eyes, forcing me to admit my presence in the only world I know. Not an imaginary one. The one where I am in the Hunger Games for real.
Wow my queen
Being tributes and not killing each other . . . looking out for each other with no questions asked . . . that’s family, I guess.
You remember what Ampert said when you made his token?” There’s a long pause before she says, “Sure. I’ll be your sister.” Our hands reach out at the same time, clasp, and then release. “’Night, Sis.” I roll over and let sleep take me.
Sobbing
