Real rebels don’t put a secret symbol on something as durable as jewelry. They put it on a wafer of bread that can be eaten in a second if necessary.
He hastily calls Finnick and Haymitch over and they have a brief but intense conversation that I can see Haymitch isn’t happy with. Plutarch seems to win – Finnick’s pale but nodding his head by the end of it. As Finnick moves to take my seat before the camera, Haymitch tells him, “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes, I do. If it will help her.
I am determined to avenge her, to make her loss unforgettable, and I can only do that by winning and thereby making myself unforgettable.
I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I’ve lost. But what’s the use? It’s gone. He’s gone. Whatever existed between us is gone.
Finnick was someone bought and sold. A district slave. A handsome one, certainly, but in reality, harmless. Who would he tell? And who would believe him if he did? But some secrets are too delicious not to share.
So this is how a war starts... Not with two armies facing off, waiting for the signal to charge... It begins much more quietly. In a room, on a field, in a remote tunnel when someone who has power decides the time has come.
I’m the first to admit I’m not much of a cook. But since soup mainly involves tossing everything in a pot and waiting, it’s one of my better dishes.
We don’t charge for tickets, because sometimes hungry people need music the most. But we get hungry, too.
The Hunger Games were an opportunity for wealth and a kind of glory not seen elsewhere. Of course, the people of 2 swallowed the Capitol’s propaganda more easily than the rest of us. Embraced their ways. But for all that, at the end of the day, they were still slaves.
People have gone wild,” Cressida murmurs. We.
That’s the one thing I think my head doctor might be right about. There’s no going back. So we might as well get on with things.
Eu vou ser o Tordo.
I don’t even know why you bothered to put Finnick and me through training, Plutarch,” I say.
He’s sitting alone at the kitchen table, a half-emptied bottle of white liquor in one fist, his knife in the other. Drunk as a skunk.
When we’re called to eat, Haymitch pounces on me immediately. “So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can’t be your sunny personality.” “They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile.
You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch says. “That’s all.
Finnick knows then what Haymitch and I know. About Peeta. Being truly, deep-down better than the rest of us.
But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness.
A few hours later, I am dressed in what will either be the most sensational or the deadliest costume in the opening ceremonies.
The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.