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idiculous reaction to finding the supplies blown up. The others
were upset, of course, but he was completely unhinged. I
wonder now if Cato might not be entirely sane.
The sky lights up with the seal, and I watch Foxface shine in
the sky and then disappear from the world forever. He hasn’t
said it, but I don’t think Peeta felt good about killing her, even
if it was essential. I can’t pretend I’ll miss her, but I have to
admire her. My guess is if they had given us some sort of test,
she would have been the smartest of all the tributes. If, in fact,
we had been setting a trap for her, I bet she’d have sensed it
and avoided the berries. It was Peeta’s own ignorance that
brought her down. I’ve spent so much time making sure I
don’t underestimate my opponents that I’ve forgotten it’s just
as dangerous to overestimate them as well.
That brings me back to Cato. But while I think I had a sense
of Foxface, who she was and how she operated, he’s a little
more slippery. Powerful, well trained, but smart? I don’t
know. Not like she was. And utterly lacking in the control Foxface
demonstrated. I believe Cato could easily lose his judgment
in a fit of temper. Not that I can feel superior on that
point. I think of the moment I sent the arrow flying into the
apple in the pig’s mouth when I was so enraged. Maybe I do
understand Cato better than I think.
Despite the fatigue in my body, my mind’s alert, so I let Peeta
sleep long past our usual switch. In fact, a soft gray day has
begun when I shake his shoulder. He looks out, almost in
alarm. “I slept the whole night. That’s not fair, Katniss, you
should have woken me.”
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