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I
clap
my
hands
over
my
mouth
,
but
the
sound
has
already
escaped
.
The
sky
goes
black
and
I
hear
a
chorus
of
frogs
begin
to
sing
.
Stupid
!
I
tell
myself
.
What
a
stupid
thing
to
do
!
I
wait
,
frozen
,
for
the
woods
to
come
alive
with
assailants
.
Then
I
remember
there
's
almost
no
one
left
.
Peeta
,
who
's
been
wounded
,
is
now
my
ally
.
Whatever
doubts
I
've
had
about
him
dissipate
because
if
either
of
us
took
the
other
's
life
now
we
'd
be
pariahs
when
we
returned
to
District
12
.
In
fact
,
I
know
if
I
was
watching
I
'd
loathe
any
tribute
who
did
n't
immediately
ally
with
their
district
partner
.
Besides
,
it
just
makes
sense
to
protect
each
other
.
And
in
my
case
-
being
one
of
the
star-crossed
lovers
from
District
12
-
it
's
an
absolute
requirement
if
I
want
any
more
help
from
sympathetic
sponsors
.
The
star-crossed
lovers
.
Peeta
must
have
been
playing
that
angle
all
along
.
Why
else
would
the
Gamemakers
have
made
this
unprecedented
change
in
the
rules
?
For
two
tributes
to
have
a
shot
at
winning
,
our
"
romance
"
must
be
so
popular
with
the
audience
that
condemning
it
would
jeopardize
the
success
of
the
Games
.
No
thanks
to
me
.
All
I
've
done
is
managed
not
to
kill
Peeta
.
But
whatever
he
's
done
in
the
arena
,
he
must
have
the
audience
convinced
it
was
to
keep
me
alive
.
Shaking
his
head
to
keep
me
from
running
to
the
Cornucopia
.
Fighting
Cato
to
let
me
escape
.
Even
hooking
up
with
the
Careers
must
have
been
a
move
to
protect
me
.
Peeta
,
it
turns
out
,
has
never
been
a
danger
to
me
.
The
thought
makes
me
smile
.
I
drop
my
hands
and
hold
my
face
up
to
the
moonlight
so
the
cameras
can
be
sure
to
catch
it
.
So
,
who
is
there
left
to
be
afraid
of
?
Foxface
?
The
boy
tribute
from
her
district
is
dead
.
She
's
operating
alone
,
at
night
.
And
her
strategy
has
been
to
evade
,
not
attack
.
I
do
n't
really
think
that
,
even
if
she
heard
my
voice
,
she
'd
do
anything
but
hope
someone
else
would
kill
me
.
Then
there
's
Thresh
.
All
right
,
he
's
a
distinct
threat
.
But
I
have
n't
seen
him
,
not
once
,
since
the
Games
began
.
I
think
about
how
Foxface
grew
alarmed
when
she
heard
a
sound
at
the
site
of
the
explosion
.
But
she
did
n't
turn
to
the
Woods
,
she
turned
to
whatever
lies
across
from
it
.
To
that
area
of
the
arena
that
drops
off
into
I
do
n't
know
what
.
I
feel
almost
certain
that
the
person
she
ran
from
was
Thresh
and
that
is
his
domain
.
He
'd
never
have
heard
me
from
there
and
,
even
if
he
did
,
I
'm
up
too
high
for
someone
his
size
to
reach
.
So
that
leaves
Cato
and
the
girl
from
District
2
,
who
are
now
surely
celebrating
the
new
rule
.
They
're
the
only
ones
left
who
benefit
from
it
besides
Peeta
and
myself
.
Do
I
run
from
them
now
,
on
the
chance
they
heard
me
call
Peeta
's
name
?
No
,
I
think
.
Let
them
come
.
Let
them
come
with
their
night-vision
glasses
and
their
heavy
,
branch-breaking
bodies
.
Right
into
the
range
of
my
arrows
.
But
I
know
they
wo
n't
.
If
they
did
n't
come
in
daylight
to
my
fire
,
they
wo
n't
risk
what
could
be
another
trap
at
night
.
When
they
come
,
it
will
be
on
their
own
terms
,
not
because
I
've
let
them
know
my
whereabouts
.
Stay
put
and
get
some
sleep
,
Katniss
,
I
instruct
myself
,
although
I
wish
I
could
start
tracking
Peeta
now
.
Tomorrow
,
you
'll
find
him
.
