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Twelve will finally have a winner. Then I realized, she didn’t mean me, she meant you!”
“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.
“Okay, now laugh as if I’ve said something funny.”
Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.
And I realize the impossible has happened. They have actually cheered me up.
I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But, of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead in a few days. I just . . . I just miss him. And I hate
Betrayal.
They’re already taking my future! They can’t have the things that mattered to me in the past!”
“You are a fool,” Haymitch says in disgust. “Do you think he hurt you? That boy just gave you something you could never achieve on your own.” “He made me look weak!” I say. “He made you look desirable!
And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.
How could he die as anyone but himself? “I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.”
“I do. I mean, what else am I allowed to care about at this point?” he asks angrily.
“Wouldn’t surprise me if you do,” says Peeta. “Give my mother my best when you make it back, will you?”
This is what birds see. Only they’re free and safe. The very opposite of me.
The arenas are historic sites, preserved after the Games. Popular destinations for Capitol residents to visit, to vacation. Go for a month, rewatch the Games, tour the catacombs, visit the sites where the deaths took place. You can even take part in reenactments. They say the food is excellent.
Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat-out dead, in an hour. Not even.
The gratitude that he gave me an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face-to-face at any moment in this arena.

