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lapsed from the stingers. But he’s not there. Maybe he did save
you and had to run.”
I don’t answer. If, in fact, Peeta did save me, I’m in his debt
again. And this can’t be paid back. “If he did, it was all probably
just part of his act. You know, to make people think he’s in
love with me.”
“Oh,” says Rue thoughtfully. “I didn’t think that was an act.”
“Course it is,” I say. “He worked it out with our mentor.”
The anthem ends and the sky goes dark. “Let’s try out these
glasses.” I pull out the glasses and slip them on. Rue wasn’t
kidding. I can see everything from the leaves on the trees to a
skunk strolling through the bushes a good fifty feet away. I
could kill it from here if I had a mind to. I could kill anyone.
“I wonder who else got a pair of these,” I say.
“The Careers have two pairs. But they’ve got everything
down by the lake,” Rue says. “And they’re so strong.”
“We’re strong, too,” I say. “Just in a different way.”
“You are. You can shoot,” she says. “What can I do?”
“You can feed yourself. Can they?” I ask.
“They don’t need to. They have all those supplies,” Rue
says.
“Say they didn’t. Say the supplies were gone. How long
would they last?” I say. “I mean, it’s the Hunger Games, right?”
“But, Katniss, they’re not hungry,” says Rue.
“No, they’re not. That’s the problem,” I agree. And for the
first time, I have a plan. A plan that isn’t motivated by the
need for flight and evasion. An offensive plan. “I think we’re
going to have to fix that, Rue.”
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