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And
suddenly
,
I
'm
not
thinking
of
Gale
but
of
Peeta
and
.
Peeta
!
He
saved
my
life
!
I
think
.
Because
by
the
time
we
met
up
,
I
could
n't
tell
what
was
real
and
what
the
tracker
jacker
venom
had
caused
me
to
imagine
.
But
if
he
did
,
and
my
instincts
tell
me
he
did
,
what
for
?
Is
he
simply
working
the
Lover
Boy
angle
he
initiated
at
the
interview
?
Or
was
he
actually
trying
to
protect
me
?
And
if
he
was
,
what
was
he
doing
with
those
Careers
in
the
first
place
?
None
of
it
makes
sense
.
I
wonder
what
Gale
made
of
the
incident
for
a
moment
and
then
I
push
the
whole
thing
out
of
my
mind
because
for
some
reason
Gale
and
Peeta
do
not
coexist
well
together
in
my
thoughts
.
So
I
focus
on
the
one
really
good
thing
that
's
happened
since
I
landed
in
the
arena
.
I
have
a
bow
and
arrows
!
A
full
dozen
arrows
if
you
count
the
one
I
retrieved
in
the
tree
.
They
bear
no
trace
of
the
noxious
green
slime
that
came
from
Glimmer
's
body
-
which
leads
me
to
believe
that
might
not
have
been
wholly
real
-
but
they
have
a
fair
amount
of
dried
blood
on
them
.
I
can
clean
them
later
,
but
I
do
take
a
minute
to
shoot
a
few
into
a
nearby
tree
.
They
are
more
like
the
weapons
in
the
Training
Center
than
my
ones
at
home
,
but
who
cares
?
That
I
can
work
with
.
The
weapons
give
me
an
entirely
new
perspective
on
the
Games
.
I
know
I
have
tough
opponents
left
to
face
.
But
I
am
no
longer
merely
prey
that
runs
and
hides
or
takes
desperate
measures
.
If
Cato
broke
through
the
trees
right
now
,
I
would
n't
flee
,
I
'd
shoot
.
I
find
I
'm
actually
anticipating
the
moment
with
pleasure
.
But
first
,
I
have
to
get
some
strength
back
in
my
body
.
I
'm
very
dehydrated
again
and
my
water
supply
is
dangerously
low
.
The
little
padding
I
was
able
to
put
on
by
gorging
myself
during
prep
time
in
the
Capitol
is
gone
,
plus
several
more
pounds
as
well
.
My
hip
bones
and
ribs
are
more
prominent
than
I
remember
them
being
since
those
awful
months
after
my
father
's
death
.
And
then
there
are
my
wounds
to
contend
with
-
burns
,
cuts
,
and
bruises
from
smashing
into
the
trees
,
and
three
tracker
jacker
stings
,
which
are
as
sore
and
swollen
as
ever
.
I
treat
my
burns
with
the
ointment
and
try
dabbing
a
bit
on
my
stings
as
well
,
but
it
has
no
effect
on
them
.
My
mother
knew
a
treatment
for
them
,
some
type
of
leaf
that
could
draw
out
the
poison
,
but
she
seldom
had
cause
to
use
it
,
and
I
do
n't
even
remember
its
name
let
alone
its
appearance
.
Water
first
,
I
think
.
You
can
hunt
along
the
way
now
.
It
's
easy
to
see
the
direction
I
came
from
by
the
path
of
destruction
my
crazed
body
made
through
the
foliage
.
So
I
walk
off
in
the
other
direction
,
hoping
my
enemies
still
lie
locked
in
the
surreal
world
of
tracker
jacker
venom
.
I
ca
n't
move
too
quickly
,
my
joints
reject
any
abrupt
motions
.
But
I
establish
the
slow
hunter
's
tread
I
use
when
tracking
game
.
Within
a
few
minutes
,
I
spot
a
rabbit
and
make
my
first
kill
with
the
bow
and
arrow
.
It
's
not
my
usual
clean
shot
through
the
eye
,
but
I
'll
take
it
.
After
about
an
hour
,
I
find
a
stream
,
shallow
but
wide
,
and
more
than
sufficient
for
my
needs
.
The
sun
's
hot
and
severe
,
so
while
I
wait
for
my
water
to
purify
I
strip
down
to
my
underclothes
and
wade
into
the
mild
current
.
I
'm
filthy
from
head
to
toe
,
I
try
splashing
myself
but
eventually
just
lay
down
in
the
water
for
a
few
minutes
,
letting
it
wash
off
the
soot
and
blood
and
skin
that
has
started
to
peel
off
my
burns
.
After
rinsing
out
my
clothes
and
hanging
them
on
bushes
to
dry
,
I
sit
on
the
bank
in
the
sun
for
a
bit
,
untangling
my
hair
with
my
fingers
.
My
appetite
returns
and
I
eat
a
cracker
and
a
strip
of
beef
.
With
a
handful
of
moss
,
I
polish
the
blood
from
my
silver
weapons
.
