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"
No
,
Katniss
!
No
!
You
ca
n't
go
!
"
"
Prim
,
let
go
,
"
I
say
harshly
,
because
this
is
upsetting
me
and
I
do
n't
want
to
cry
.
When
they
televise
the
replay
of
the
reapings
tonight
,
everyone
will
make
note
of
my
tears
,
and
I
'll
be
marked
as
an
easy
target
.
A
weakling
.
I
will
give
no
one
that
satisfaction
.
"
Let
go
!
"
I
can
feel
someone
pulling
her
from
my
back
.
I
turn
and
see
Gale
has
lifted
Prim
off
the
ground
and
she
's
thrashing
in
his
arms
.
"
Up
you
go
,
Catnip
,
"
he
says
,
in
a
voice
he
's
fighting
to
keep
steady
,
and
then
he
carries
Prim
off
toward
my
mother
.
I
steel
myself
and
climb
the
steps
.
"
Well
,
bravo
!
"
gushes
Effie
Trinket
.
"
That
's
the
spirit
of
the
Games
!
"
She
's
pleased
to
finally
have
a
district
with
a
little
action
going
on
in
it
.
"
What
's
your
name
?
"
I
swallow
hard
.
"
Katniss
Everdeen
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
bet
my
buttons
that
was
your
sister
.
Do
n't
want
her
to
steal
all
the
glory
,
do
we
?
Come
on
,
everybody
!
Let
's
give
a
big
round
of
applause
to
our
newest
tribute
!
"
trills
Effie
Trinket
.
To
the
everlasting
credit
of
the
people
of
District
12
,
not
one
person
claps
.
Not
even
the
ones
holding
betting
slips
,
the
ones
who
are
usually
beyond
caring
.
Possibly
because
they
know
me
from
the
Hob
,
or
knew
my
father
,
or
have
encountered
Prim
,
who
no
one
can
help
loving
.
So
instead
of
acknowledging
applause
,
I
stand
there
unmoving
while
they
take
part
in
the
boldest
form
of
dissent
they
can
manage
.
Silence
.
Which
says
we
do
not
agree
.
We
do
not
condone
.
All
of
this
is
wrong
.
Then
something
unexpected
happens
.
At
least
,
I
do
n't
expect
it
because
I
do
n't
think
of
District
12
as
a
place
that
cares
about
me
.
But
a
shift
has
occurred
since
I
stepped
up
to
take
Prim
's
place
,
and
now
it
seems
I
have
become
someone
precious
.
At
first
one
,
then
another
,
then
almost
every
member
of
the
crowd
touches
the
three
middle
fingers
of
their
left
hand
to
their
lips
and
holds
it
out
to
me
.
It
is
an
old
and
rarely
used
gesture
of
our
district
,
occasionally
seen
at
funerals
.
It
means
thanks
,
it
means
admiration
,
it
means
good-bye
to
someone
you
love
.
Now
I
am
truly
in
danger
of
crying
,
but
fortunately
Haymitch
chooses
this
time
to
come
staggering
across
the
stage
to
congratulate
me
.
"
Look
at
her
.
Look
at
this
one
!
"
he
hollers
,
throwing
an
arm
around
my
shoulders
.
He
's
surprisingly
strong
for
such
a
wreck
.
"
I
like
her
!
"
His
breath
reeks
of
liquor
and
it
's
been
a
long
time
since
he
's
bathed
.
"
Lots
of
.
"
He
ca
n't
think
of
the
word
for
a
while
.
"
Spunk
!
"
he
says
triumphantly
.
"
More
than
you
!
"
he
releases
me
and
starts
for
the
front
of
the
stage
.
"
More
than
you
!
"
he
shouts
,
pointing
directly
into
a
camera
.
