“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!” - - - - - - - - -
As perguntaas estão apenas começando. As arenas foram completamente destruídas, os memoriais erguidos, não há mais Jogos Vorazes. Mais os professores dão aulas sobre eles na escola, e a menina sabe que desempenhamos um papel nesses eventos. O menino saberá daqui a alguns anos. Como posso falar para eles sobre aquele mundo sem deixa-los mortos de medo ? -
| At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. | |
| Peeta: | Your favorite colour . . . it's green? |
| Katniss: | That's right. |
| Then I think of something to add. | |
| Katniss: | And yours is orange. |
| Peeta: | Orange? |
| He seems unconvinced. | |
| Katniss: | Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset, At least, that's what you told me once. |
| Peeta: | Oh. |
| He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. | |
| Peeta: | Thank you. |
| But more words tumble out. | |
| Katniss: | You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. |
| Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. |
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