“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 ? -
| Katniss: | She's not here, |
| Buttercup hisses again. | |
| Katniss: | She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim. |
| At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. | |
| Katniss: | Get out! |
| He dodges the pillow I throw at him. | |
| Katniss: | Go away! There's nothing left for you here! |
| I start to shake, furious with him. | |
| Katniss: | She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again! |
| I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. | |
| Katniss: | She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead |
“The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.”
photo by: ~cardigan-weather
| Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. |
| Entrails. |
| No hissing. |
| This is the closest we will ever come to love. |
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