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But I’m too exhausted to begin any detailed plan tonight.
My wounds recovering, my mind still a bit foggy from the venom,
and the warmth of Rue at my side, her head cradled on
my shoulder, have given me a sense of security. I realize, for
the first time, how very lonely I’ve been in the arena. How
comforting the presence of another human being can be. I give
in to my drowsiness, resolving that tomorrow the tables will
turn. Tomorrow, it’s the Careers who will have to watch their
backs.
The boom of the cannon jolts me awake. The sky’s streaked
with light, the birds already chattering. Rue perches in a
branch across from me, her hands cupping something. We
wait, listening for more shots, but there aren’t any.
“Who do you think that was?” I can’t help thinking of Peeta.
“I don’t know. It could have been any of the others,” says
Rue. “I guess we’ll know tonight.”
“Who’s left again?” I ask.
“The boy from District One. Both tributes from Two. The
boy from Three. Thresh and me. And you and Peeta,” says Rue.
“That’s eight. Wait, and the boy from Ten, the one with the bad
leg. He makes nine.”
There’s someone else, but neither of us can remember who
it is.
“I wonder how that last one died,” says Rue.
“No telling. But it’s good for us. A death should hold the
crowd for a bit. Maybe we’ll have time to do something before
the Gamemakers decide things have been moving too slowly,”
I say. “What’s in your hands?”
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