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"
Think
I
will
,
"
says
the
same
boy
.
"
Here
,
take
this
,
Cato
,
"
says
the
girl
from
District
1
,
and
she
offers
him
the
silver
bow
and
sheath
of
arrows
.
My
bow
!
My
arrows
!
Just
the
sight
of
them
makes
me
so
angry
I
want
to
scream
,
at
myself
,
at
that
traitor
Peeta
for
distracting
me
from
having
them
.
I
try
to
make
eye
contact
with
him
now
,
but
he
seems
to
be
intentionally
avoiding
my
gaze
as
he
polishes
his
knife
with
the
edge
of
his
shirt
.
"
No
,
"
says
Cato
,
pushing
away
the
bow
.
"
I
'll
do
better
with
my
sword
.
"
I
can
see
the
weapon
,
a
short
,
heavy
blade
at
his
belt
.
I
give
Cato
time
to
hoist
himself
into
the
tree
before
I
begin
to
climb
again
.
Gale
always
says
I
remind
him
of
a
squirrel
the
way
I
can
scurry
up
even
the
slenderest
limb
.
Part
of
it
's
my
weight
,
but
part
of
it
's
practice
.
You
have
to
know
where
to
place
your
hands
and
feet
.
I
'm
another
thirty
feet
in
the
air
when
I
hear
the
crack
and
look
down
to
see
Cato
flailing
as
he
and
a
branch
go
down
.
He
hits
the
ground
hard
and
I
'm
hoping
he
possibly
broke
his
neck
when
he
gets
back
to
his
feet
,
swearing
like
a
fiend
.
The
girl
with
the
arrows
,
Glimmer
I
hear
someone
call
her
-
ugh
,
the
names
the
people
in
District
1
give
their
children
are
so
ridiculous
-
anyway
Glimmer
scales
the
tree
until
the
branches
begin
to
crack
under
her
feet
and
then
has
the
good
sense
to
stop
.
I
'm
at
least
eighty
feet
high
now
.
She
tries
to
shoot
me
and
it
's
immediately
evident
that
she
's
incompetent
with
a
bow
.
One
of
the
arrows
gets
lodged
in
the
tree
near
me
though
and
I
'm
able
to
seize
it
.
I
wave
it
teasingly
above
her
head
,
as
if
this
was
the
sole
purpose
of
retrieving
it
,
when
actually
I
mean
to
use
it
if
I
ever
get
the
chance
.
I
could
kill
them
,
everyone
of
them
,
if
those
silver
weapons
were
in
my
hands
.
The
Careers
regroup
on
the
ground
and
I
can
hear
them
growling
conspiratorially
among
themselves
,
furious
I
have
made
them
look
foolish
.
But
twilight
has
arrived
and
their
window
of
attack
on
me
is
closing
.
Finally
,
I
hear
Peeta
say
harshly
,
"
Oh
,
let
her
stay
up
there
.
It
's
not
like
she
's
going
anywhere
.
We
'll
deal
with
her
in
the
morning
.
"
Well
,
he
's
right
about
one
thing
.
I
'm
going
nowhere
.
All
the
relief
from
the
pool
water
has
gone
,
leaving
me
to
feel
the
full
potency
of
my
burns
.
I
scoot
down
to
a
fork
in
the
tree
and
clumsily
prepare
for
bed
.
Put
on
my
jacket
.
Lay
out
my
sleeping
bed
.
Belt
myself
in
and
try
to
keep
from
moaning
.
The
heat
of
the
bag
's
too
much
for
my
leg
.
I
cut
a
slash
in
the
fabric
and
hang
my
calf
out
in
the
open
air
.
I
drizzle
water
on
the
wound
,
my
hands
.
All
my
bravado
is
gone
.
I
'm
weak
from
pain
and
hunger
but
ca
n't
bring
myself
to
eat
.
Even
if
I
can
last
the
night
,
what
will
the
morning
bring
?
I
stare
into
the
foliage
trying
to
will
myself
to
rest
,
but
the
burns
forbid
it
.
Birds
are
settling
down
for
the
night
,
singing
lullabies
to
their
young
.
Night
creatures
emerge
.
An
owl
hoots
.
The
faint
scent
of
a
skunk
cuts
through
the
smoke
.
The
eyes
of
some
animal
peer
at
me
from
the
neighboring
tree
-
a
possum
maybe
-
catching
the
firelight
from
the
Careers
'
torches
.
Suddenly
,
I
'm
up
on
one
elbow
Those
are
no
possum
's
eyes
,
I
know
their
glassy
reflection
too
well
.
In
fact
,
those
are
not
animal
eyes
at
all
.
In
the
last
dim
rays
of
light
,
I
make
her
out
,
watching
me
silently
from
between
the
branches
.
Rue
.
