Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers.
Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.
To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one could help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
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In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.
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Peeta would lose it if he knew I was thinking any of this, so I only say, “So what should we do with our last few days?”
“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.
“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.
So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality.”
“They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile. “Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I'm about to put in a formal request myself.”
“You're that good?” Haymitch asks me.
He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice.
Suzanne CollinsSo the moment he walks in the door I snap, “I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.”
Cinna just smiles. “Had a damp morning?”
“You could wring me out,” I reply.
Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.
Suzanne CollinsHey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
Suzanne CollinsAre you and Beetee going?” I ask.
“As many young and attractive victors as possible,” Haymitch corrects himself. “So, no. We'll be here.
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