So, how about that training score. E-le-ven.
Plutarch has run his thumb across the crystal face of the watch and for just a moment an image appears, glowing as if lit by candlelight. It’s another mockingjay. Exactly like the pin on my dress. Only this one disappears. He snaps the watch closed.
Gale pushes me roughly away from him. “You leave, then. I’d never go in a million years.
Some people call them swamp potatoes, but I like katniss better. Has a nice ring to it.
Peeta shakes his head and gives me a rueful smile. “I bet he does. Sure, Katniss, I’ll go.
One night, as I’m walking Gale back into town, he even admits, “It’d be better if he were easier to hate.” “Tell me about it,” I say. “If I could’ve just hated him in the arena, we all wouldn’t be in this mess now. He’d be dead, and I’d be a happy little victor all by myself.” “And where would we be, Katniss?” asks Gale.
The Peacekeepers ignore me completely as they drag Cinna’s limp body from the room.
Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.
We all did things we’re not proud of.” “You didn’t,” he said. “Didn’t I?” Tigris spoke with an uncharacteristic bitterness. “We all did. Maybe you were too little to remember. Maybe you didn’t know how bad it really was.” “How can you say that? That’s all I remember,” he shot back. “Then be kind, Coryo,” she snapped. “And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.
Better not exert yourself. Not in your condition,” he says, and reaches down and pats my abdomen. Oh, right. I’m supposed to be pregnant, I think.
Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?” I say. “It must be. The sensation’s completely new. How have you managed it all these years?” he asks. “Just avoid mirrors. You’ll forget about it,” I say. “Not if I keep looking at you,” he says.
What a luxury it would be to toss it in the trash without a second thought. What a luxury trash would be.
And no one in this arena was a victor by chance.” He eyes Peeta for a moment. “Except maybe Peeta.” Finnick knows then what Haymitch and I know. About Peeta. Being truly, deep-down better than the rest of us.
The cabbage began to boil, filling the kitchen with the smell of poverty.
How can you say that? That’s all I remember,” he shot back. “Then be kind, Coryo,” she snapped. “And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.
I can feel we’ve both about worked it out when Peeta steps deliberately between us. “So how many are dead?” he asks. Move, you idiot, I think. But he remains planted firmly between us.
The point is that two of us are coming home from the Capitol. One mentor and one victor,” says Peeta. “Effie’s sending me recordings of all the living victors. We’re going to watch their Games and learn everything we can about how they fight. We’re going to put on weight and get strong. We’re going to start acting like Careers. And one of us is going to be victor again whether you two like it or not!” He sweeps out of the room, slamming the front door.
You were dead! Your heart stopped!” I burst out, before really considering if this is a good idea. I clap my hand over my mouth because I’m starting to make those awful choking sounds that happen when I sob. “Well, it seems to be working now,” he says. “It’s all right, Katniss.
Peeta’s argument is that since I chose you, I now owe him. Anything he wants. And what he wants is the chance to go in again to protect you,” says Haymitch. I knew it. In this way, Peeta’s not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking only of me. Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel.
No quiero perderte. Me niego a perderte. Por favor no llores.