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“Good and safe,” I say as I pass under its branch. “We don’t
have to worry about her now.” Good and safe.
I’ve no idea where to go. The brief sense of home I had that
one night with Rue has vanished. My feet wander this way and
that until sunset. I’m not afraid, not even watchful. Which
makes me an easy target. Except I’d kill anyone I met on sight.
Without emotion or the slightest tremor in my hands. My hatred
of the Capitol has not lessened my hatred of my competitors
in the least. Especially the Careers. They, at least, can be
made to pay for Rue’s death.
No one materializes though. There aren’t many of us left
and it’s a big arena. Soon they’ll be pulling out some other device
to force us together. But there’s been enough gore today.
Perhaps we’ll even get to sleep.
I’m about to haul my packs into a tree to make camp when
a silver parachute floats down and lands in front of me. A gift
from a sponsor. But why now? I’ve been in fairly good shape
with supplies. Maybe Haymitch’s noticed my despondency
and is trying to cheer me up a bit. Or could it be something to
help my ear?
I open the parachute and find a small loaf of bread It’s not
the fine white Capitol stuff. It’s made of dark ration grain and
shaped in a crescent. Sprinkled with seeds. I flash back to Peeta’s
lesson on the various district breads in the Training Center.
This bread came from District 11. I cautiously lift the still
warm loaf. What must it have cost the people of District 11
who can’t even feed themselves? How many would’ve had to
do without to scrape up a coin to put in the collection for this
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