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Maybe tributes have tried to escape in the past. I’ve never seen that happen though.
The animals are so well trained, no one even needs to
guide their reins.
They’ll throw us into the arena no matter what condition we’re in.
Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!’”
“Just the perfect touch of rebellion,”
I watch the sun rise over the Capitol.
sweetheart?”
Somehow Haymitch calling me sweetheart ticks me off enough that I’m at least able to speak. “I shot an arrow at the Gamemakers.”
“Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage,” says Haymitch.
See, they’d have to reveal what happened in the Training Center for it to have any worthwhile effect on the population. People would need to know what you did. But they can’t since it’s secret, so it’d be a waste of effort,” says Haymitch. “More likely they’ll make your life hell in the arena.”
. to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,”
“Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.” It’s like a slap in the face. His use of Haymitch’s patronizing endearment.
The sun rises in the sky and even through the canopy it seems overly bright.
by the time the sun rises, the Careers will have formulated a plan to kill me.
even though the information seems harmless, they don’t want people in different districts to know about one another.
but the boy from District 3 must have managed to reactivate them. I’ve never seen anyone in the Games do that. I bet it came as a shock even to the Gamemakers.
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
To hate the boy from District 1, who also appears so vulnerable in death, seems inadequate. It’s the Capitol I hate, for doing this to all of us.
There’s no way to take revenge on the Capitol. Is there?
They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it.
For whatever reason, this is a first. A district gift to a tribute who’s not your own.
“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”
“He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,’”
murder. The word pulls me up short. Murder!
know I’ll never marry, never risk bringing a child into the world. Because if there’s one thing being a victor doesn’t guarantee, it’s your children’s safety. My kids’ names would go right into the reaping balls
The sun eventually rises,
hear him whisper that the sun is rising.
“Nice job, sweetheart,” it
“Listen up. You’re in trouble. Word is the Capitol’s furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can’t stand is being laughed at and they’re the joke of Panem,”
Of course, the previous victors didn’t have the Capitol looking for a way to destroy them.
But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers.
Oh, Caesar, if only that were true. But actually, President Snow may be arranging some sort of “accident” for me as we speak.
