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I doubt they think Peeta has lit this signal fire. Cato’s sure
he’s as good as dead. I find myself wishing I could tell Peeta
about the flowers I put on Rue. That I now understand what
he was trying to say on the roof. Perhaps if he wins the Games,
he’ll see me on victor’s night, when they replay the highlights
of the Games on a screen over the stage where we did our interviews.
The winner sits in a place of honor on the platform,
surrounded by their support crew.
But I told Rue I’d be there. For both of us. And somehow
that seems even more important than the vow I gave Prim.
I really think I stand a chance of doing it now. Winning. It’s
not just having the arrows or outsmarting the Careers a few
times, although those things help. Something happened when
I was holding Rue’s hand, watching the life drain out of her.
Now I am determined to revenge her, to make her loss unforgettable,
and I can only do that by winning and thereby making
myself unforgettable.
I overcook the birds hoping someone will show up to shoot,
but no one does. Maybe the other tributes are out there beating
one another senseless. Which would be fine, Ever since the
bloodbath, I’ve been featured on screens most than I care.
Eventually, I wrap up my food and go back to the stream to
replenish my water and gather some. But the heaviness from
the morning drapes back over me and even though it’s only
early evening, I climb a tree and settle in for the night. My
brain begins to replay the events from yesterday. I keep seeing
Rue speared, my arrow piercing the boy’s neck. I don’t
know why I should even care about the boy.
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