Now comes a truly fantastic montage of the battle.
Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate.
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour.
Now I smile. “How’s everything with you?” I call down cheerfully. This takes them aback, but I know the crowd will love it.
I avoid looking at anyone as I take tiny spoonfuls of fish soup. The saltiness reminds me of my tears.
But I’m not convinced I won’t be perfectly barbecued by the time we reach the city’s center.
As if on cue, Haymitch falls off the stage, and they groan comically.
Just then, Haymitch staggers into the compartment. “I miss supper?” he says in a slurred voice. Then he vomits all over the expensive carpet and falls in the mess. “So laugh away!” says Effie Trinket.
The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.
Because he never underestimates the cruelty of those we face.
Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free.
There’s a good chance I’m headed in the same direction. Maybe I’m already going crazy and no one has the heart to tell me. I feel crazy enough.
To show them that I’m more than just a piece in their Games?” I say.
De repente, lo reconozco: es un sinsajo.
Even when people think you’re wrong, you keep trying.
Don’t be a fool, Katniss. Think for yourself.
Neste momento tens tanto encanto como uma lesma morta.
The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand. All my joints complain and my left leg has been asleep for so long that it takes several minutes of pacing to bring the feeling back into it.
Many are still out on the street, trying to find shelter for the night. Those who live in the choice apartments of the inner city have not flung open their doors to house the displaced. On the contrary, most of them bolted their locks, drew their shutters, and pretended to be out.
Everyone handles grief differently.