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"
Bye
,
Rue
,
"
I
whisper
.
I
press
the
three
middle
fingers
of
my
left
hand
against
my
lips
and
hold
them
out
in
her
direction
.
Then
I
walk
away
without
looking
back
.
The
birds
fall
silent
.
Somewhere
,
a
mockingjay
gives
the
warning
whistle
that
precedes
the
hovercraft
.
I
do
n't
know
how
it
knows
.
It
must
hear
things
that
humans
ca
n't
.
I
pause
,
my
eyes
focused
on
what
's
ahead
,
not
what
's
happening
behind
me
.
It
does
n't
take
long
,
then
the
general
birdsong
begins
again
and
I
know
she
's
gone
.
Another
mockingjay
,
a
young
one
by
the
look
of
it
,
lands
on
a
branch
before
me
and
bursts
out
Rue
's
melody
.
My
song
,
the
hovercraft
,
were
too
unfamiliar
for
this
novice
to
pick
up
,
but
it
has
mastered
her
handful
of
notes
.
The
ones
that
mean
she
's
safe
.
"
Good
and
safe
,
"
I
say
as
I
pass
under
its
branch
.
"
We
do
n't
have
to
worry
about
her
now
.
"
Good
and
safe
.
I
've
no
idea
where
to
go
.
The
brief
sense
of
home
I
had
that
one
night
with
Rue
has
vanished
.
My
feet
wander
this
way
and
that
until
sunset
.
I
'm
not
afraid
,
not
even
watchful
.
Which
makes
me
an
easy
target
.
Except
I
'd
kill
anyone
I
met
on
sight
.
Without
emotion
or
the
slightest
tremor
in
my
hands
.
My
hatred
of
the
Capitol
has
not
lessened
my
hatred
of
my
competitors
in
the
least
.
Especially
the
Careers
.
They
,
at
least
,
can
be
made
to
pay
for
Rue
's
death
.
No
one
materializes
though
.
There
are
n't
many
of
us
left
and
it
's
a
big
arena
.
Soon
they
'll
be
pulling
out
some
other
device
to
force
us
together
.
But
there
's
been
enough
gore
today
.
Perhaps
we
'll
even
get
to
sleep
.
I
'm
about
to
haul
my
packs
into
a
tree
to
make
camp
when
a
silver
parachute
floats
down
and
lands
in
front
of
me
.
A
gift
from
a
sponsor
.
But
why
now
?
I
've
been
in
fairly
good
shape
with
supplies
.
Maybe
Haymitch
's
noticed
my
despondency
and
is
trying
to
cheer
me
up
a
bit
.
Or
could
it
be
something
to
help
my
ear
?
I
open
the
parachute
and
find
a
small
loaf
of
bread
It
's
not
the
fine
white
Capitol
stuff
.
It
's
made
of
dark
ration
grain
and
shaped
in
a
crescent
.
Sprinkled
with
seeds
.
I
flash
back
to
Peeta
's
lesson
on
the
various
district
breads
in
the
Training
Center
.
This
bread
came
from
District
11
.
I
cautiously
lift
the
still
warm
loaf
.
What
must
it
have
cost
the
people
of
District
11
who
ca
n't
even
feed
themselves
?
How
many
would
've
had
to
do
without
to
scrape
up
a
coin
to
put
in
the
collection
for
this
one
loaf
?
It
had
been
meant
for
Rue
,
surely
.
But
instead
of
pulling
the
gift
when
she
died
,
they
'd
authorized
Haymitch
to
give
it
to
me
.
As
a
thank-you
?
Or
because
,
like
me
,
they
do
n't
like
to
let
debts
go
unpaid
?
For
whatever
reason
,
this
is
a
first
.
A
district
gift
to
a
tribute
who
's
not
your
own
.
