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“Let’s go now, while we’ve had food and rest. Let’s just go
end this thing,” he says.
I nod. It’s funny. I feel almost as if it’s the first day of the
Games again. That I’m in the same position. Twenty-one tributes
are dead, but I still have yet to kill Cato. And really,
wasn’t he always the one to kill? Now it seems the other tributes
were just minor obstacles, distractions, keeping us from
the real battle of the Games. Cato and me.
But no, there’s the boy waiting beside me. I feel his arms
wrap around me.
“Two against one. Should be a piece of cake,” he says.
“Next time we eat, it will be in the Capitol,” I answer.
“You bet it will,” he says.
We stand there a while, locked in an embrace, feeling each
other, the sunlight, the rustle of the leaves at our feet. Then
without a word, we break apart and head for the lake.
I don’t care now that Peeta’s footfalls send rodents scurrying,
make birds take wing. We have to fight Cato and I’d just as
soon do it here as on the plain. But I doubt I’ll have that
choice. If the Gamemakers want us in the open, then in the
open we will be.
We stop to rest for a few moments under the tree where
the Careers trapped me. The husk of the tracker jacker nest,
beaten to a pulp by the heavy rains and dried in the burning
sun, confirms the location. I touch it with the tip of my boot,
and it dissolves into dust that is quickly carried off by the
breeze. I can’t help looking up in the tree where Rue secretly
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