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“But, Katniss, what a ride for you. I think the real excitement
for the audience was watching you fall for him. When
did you realize you were in love with him?” asks Caesar.
“Oh, that’s a hard one . . .” I give a faint, breathy laugh and
look down at my hands. Help.
“Well, I know when it hit me. The night when you shouted
out his name from that tree,” says Caesar.
Thank you, Caesar! I think, and then go with his idea. “Yes, I
guess that was it. I mean, until that point, I just tried not to
think about what my feelings might be, honestly, because it
was so confusing and it only made things worse if I actually
cared about him. But then, in the tree, everything changed,” I
say.
“Why do you think that was?” urges Caesar.
“Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance
I could keep him,” I say.
Behind a cameraman, I see Haymitch give a sort of huff
with relief and I know I’ve said the right thing. Caesar pulls
out a handkerchief and has to take a moment because he’s so
moved. I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and
he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do
with me?”
I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.”
And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.
For Caesar, this is a natural place to segue into all the ways
we did get hurt in the arena, from burns, to stings, to wounds.
But it’s not until we get around to the mutts that I forget I’m
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