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She
has
to
say
no
several
times
before
I
hear
it
.
Rue
has
rolled
to
her
side
,
her
body
curved
in
and
around
the
spear
.
I
shove
the
boy
away
from
her
and
pull
out
my
knife
,
freeing
her
from
the
net
.
One
look
at
the
wound
and
I
know
it
's
far
beyond
my
capacity
to
heal
,
beyond
anyone
's
probably
.
The
spearhead
is
buried
up
to
the
shaft
in
her
stomach
.
I
crouch
before
her
,
staring
helplessly
at
the
embedded
weapon
.
There
's
no
point
in
comforting
words
,
in
telling
her
she
'll
be
all
right
.
She
's
no
fool
.
Her
hand
reaches
out
and
I
clutch
it
like
a
lifeline
.
As
if
it
's
me
who
's
dying
instead
of
Rue
.
"
You
blew
up
the
food
?
"
she
whispers
.
"
Every
last
bit
,
"
I
say
.
"
You
have
to
win
,
"
she
says
.
"
I
'm
going
to
.
Going
to
win
for
both
of
us
now
,
"
I
promise
.
I
hear
a
cannon
and
look
up
.
It
must
be
for
the
boy
from
District
1
.
"
Do
n't
go
.
"
Rue
tightens
her
grip
on
my
hand
.
"
Course
not
.
Staying
right
here
,
"
I
say
.
I
move
in
closer
to
her
,
pulling
her
head
onto
my
lap
.
I
gently
brush
the
dark
,
thick
hair
back
behind
her
ear
.
"
Sing
,
"
she
says
,
but
I
barely
catch
the
word
.
Sing
?
I
think
.
Sing
what
?
I
do
know
a
few
songs
.
Believe
it
or
not
,
there
was
once
music
in
my
house
,
too
.
Music
I
helped
make
.
My
father
pulled
me
in
with
that
remarkable
voice
-
but
I
have
n't
sung
much
since
he
died
.
Except
when
Prim
is
very
sick
.
Then
I
sing
her
the
same
songs
she
liked
as
a
baby
.
