I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.
Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine... but I don't know what your favorite color is?
They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.
I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.
The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.
Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
Oh, the fun we two have together.
And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.
I wish Peeta were her to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish, that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
The audience must be sick to death of the star-crossed lovers from District 12. I know I am.
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
It'd be better if he were easier to hate.
What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.
I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.
And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.
If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.
Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.
Whatever it takes to break you.
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
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