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Everything
's
still
and
quiet
.
Then
,
almost
eerily
,
the
mockingjays
take
up
my
song
.
For
a
moment
,
I
sit
there
,
watching
my
tears
drip
down
on
her
face
.
Rue
's
cannon
fires
.
I
lean
forward
and
press
my
lips
against
her
temple
.
Slowly
,
as
if
not
to
wake
her
,
I
lay
her
head
back
on
the
ground
and
release
her
hand
.
They
'll
want
me
to
clear
out
now
.
So
they
can
collect
the
bodies
.
And
there
's
nothing
to
stay
for
.
I
roll
the
boy
from
District
1
onto
his
face
and
take
his
pack
,
retrieve
the
arrow
that
ended
his
life
.
I
cut
Rue
's
pack
from
her
back
as
well
,
knowing
she
'd
want
me
to
have
it
but
leave
the
spear
in
her
stomach
.
Weapons
in
bodies
will
be
transported
to
the
hovercraft
.
I
've
no
use
for
a
spear
,
so
the
sooner
it
's
gone
from
the
arena
the
better
.
I
ca
n't
stop
looking
at
Rue
,
smaller
than
ever
,
a
baby
animal
curled
up
in
a
nest
of
netting
.
I
ca
n't
bring
myself
to
leave
her
like
this
.
Past
harm
,
but
seeming
utterly
defenseless
.
To
hate
the
boy
from
District
1
,
who
also
appears
so
vulnerable
in
death
,
seems
inadequate
.
It
's
the
Capitol
I
hate
,
for
doing
this
to
all
of
us
.
Gale
's
voice
is
in
my
head
.
His
ravings
against
the
Capitol
no
longer
pointless
,
no
longer
to
be
ignored
.
Rue
's
death
has
forced
me
to
confront
my
own
fury
against
the
cruelty
,
the
injustice
they
inflict
upon
us
.
But
here
,
even
more
strongly
than
at
home
,
I
feel
my
impotence
.
There
's
no
way
to
take
revenge
on
the
Capitol
.
Is
there
?
Then
I
remember
Peeta
's
words
on
the
roof
.
"
Only
I
keep
wishing
I
could
think
of
a
way
to
.
to
show
the
Capital
they
do
n't
own
me
.
That
I
'm
more
than
just
a
piece
in
their
Games
.
"
And
for
the
first
time
,
I
understand
what
he
means
.
I
want
to
do
something
,
right
here
,
right
now
,
to
shame
them
,
to
make
them
accountable
,
to
show
the
Capitol
that
whatever
they
do
or
force
us
to
do
there
is
a
part
of
every
tribute
they
ca
n't
own
.
That
Rue
was
more
than
a
piece
in
their
Games
.
And
so
am
I.
A
few
steps
into
the
woods
grows
a
bank
of
wildflowers
.
Perhaps
they
are
really
weeds
of
some
sort
,
but
they
have
blossoms
in
beautiful
shades
of
violet
and
yellow
and
white
.
I
gather
up
an
armful
and
come
back
to
Rue
's
side
.
Slowly
,
one
stem
at
a
time
,
I
decorate
her
body
in
the
flowers
.
Covering
the
ugly
wound
.
Wreathing
her
face
.
Weaving
her
hair
with
bright
colors
.
They
'll
have
to
show
it
.
Or
,
even
if
they
choose
to
turn
the
cameras
elsewhere
at
this
moment
,
they
'll
have
to
bring
them
back
when
they
collect
the
bodies
and
everyone
will
see
her
then
and
know
I
did
it
.
I
step
back
and
take
a
last
look
at
Rue
.
She
could
really
be
asleep
in
that
meadow
after
all
.
