Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does. I cut the remains of the pant leg off at the knee and examine the injury more closely. The burned area is about the size of my hand. None of the skin is blackened. I think it’s not too bad to soak. Gingerly I stretch out my leg into the pool, propping the heel of my boot on a rock so the.
If you ever waver in your resolve, think of the Mockingjay, and in her you will find the strength you need to rid Panem of its oppressors.
On my family: My mother buries her grief in her work.
My father could have made good money selling them, but if the officials found out he would have been publicly executed for inciting a rebellion.
When one of ours is hit, we hit back twice as hard. The Hunger Games will go forward, with more energy and commitment than ever before, as we add your name to the long list of the innocent who died defending a righteous and just land.
I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl’s lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The.
To murder innocent people?” says Peeta. “It costs everything you are.
Sometimes Coriolanus wondered if the debris had been left there to remind the citizens of what they had endured. People had short memories. They needed to navigate the rubble, peel off the grubby ration coupons, and witness the Hunger Games to keep the war fresh in their minds.
Is that what happened to you?
And I don’t care if that makes you mad, Luxa. Get mad! Don’t talk to me! How will that be different from about ninety-five percent of the time, anyway? You’re always mad at me for something. Usually, I can’t even remember what! What’s it matter? I don’t live here. I’m just visiting. Anything that I’ve been doing to help you, that’s just a favor! Not something I owe you. And when we get back to Regalia, I’ll be sent home and we can forget we ever knew each other! Okay?
I should have never let them separate us!” Peeta bursts out. “That’s when I lost her.
No. My mother and younger brother. My girl. They were all dead two weeks after I was crowned victor. Because of that stunt I pulled with the force field,” he answers. “Snow had no one to use against me.
Games anyway. Who cares what they do to me? What really scares me is what they might do to my mother and Prim, how my family might suffer now because of my impulsiveness. Will they take their few belongings, or send my mother to prison and Prim to the community home, or kill them? They wouldn’t kill them, would they? Why not? What do they.
One thing about us, since I bring our food home on a daily basis, most of it is so fresh you have to make sure it isn’t going to make a run for it.
A fear of the cracked tongue, aching body and fuzzy mind brought on by my previous dehydration creeps into my consciousness.
I didn’t want to!” Peeta flushes in agitation.
He shoved her away, dropping the ax, and tore something from the back of his neck. His hand shot into the air, fingers gripped tightly around the bright pink snake.
Anyway, Gale and I agree that if we have to choose between dying of hunger and a bullet in the head, the bullet would be much quicker.
You think I’m heartless.” “I know you’re not. But I won’t tell you it’s okay,” I say.
Haymitch pushes open the door. “They’re back. We’re wanted in the hospital.