| Haymitch: | If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you? |
| I fall silent. It isn't. It isn't how he would be treating me at all. He would be trying to get me back at any cost. Not shutting me out, abandoning me, greeting me with hostility at every turn. |
“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 ? -
It’s more complicated than that. I know them. They’re not evil or cruel. They’re not even smart. Hurting them, it’s like hurting children.
— KatnissFar below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
— KatnissButtercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.
— Katniss| I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to mymeeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. |
| Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pairof lips. |
