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Oh
,
well
,
I
think
.
There
will
be
twenty-four
of
us
.
Odds
are
someone
else
will
kill
him
before
I
do
.
Of
course
,
the
odds
have
not
been
very
dependable
of
late
.
The
moment
the
anthem
ends
,
we
are
taken
into
custody
.
I
do
n't
mean
we
're
handcuffed
or
anything
,
but
a
group
of
Peacekeepers
marches
us
through
the
front
door
of
the
Justice
Building
.
Maybe
tributes
have
tried
to
escape
in
the
past
.
I
've
never
seen
that
happen
though
.
Once
inside
,
I
'm
conducted
to
a
room
and
left
alone
.
It
's
the
richest
place
I
've
ever
been
in
,
with
thick
,
deep
carpets
and
a
velvet
couch
and
chairs
.
I
know
velvet
because
my
mother
has
a
dress
with
a
collar
made
of
the
stuff
.
When
I
sit
on
the
couch
,
I
ca
n't
help
running
my
fingers
over
the
fabric
repeatedly
.
It
helps
to
calm
me
as
I
try
to
prepare
for
the
next
hour
.
The
time
allotted
for
the
tributes
to
say
goodbye
to
their
loved
ones
.
I
can
not
afford
to
get
upset
,
to
leave
this
room
with
puffy
eyes
and
a
red
nose
.
Crying
is
not
an
option
.
There
will
be
more
cameras
at
the
train
station
.
My
sister
and
my
mother
come
first
.
I
reach
out
to
Prim
and
she
climbs
on
my
lap
,
her
arms
around
my
neck
,
head
on
my
shoulder
,
just
like
she
did
when
she
was
a
toddler
.
My
mother
sits
beside
me
and
wraps
her
arms
around
us
.
For
a
few
minutes
,
we
say
nothing
.
Then
I
start
telling
them
all
the
things
they
must
remember
to
do
,
now
that
I
will
not
be
there
to
do
them
for
them
.
Prim
is
not
to
take
any
tesserae
.
They
can
get
by
,
if
they
're
careful
,
on
selling
Prim
's
goat
milk
and
cheese
and
the
small
apothecary
business
my
mother
now
runs
for
the
people
in
the
Seam
.
Gale
will
get
her
the
herbs
she
does
n't
grow
herself
,
but
she
must
be
very
careful
to
describe
them
because
he
's
not
as
familiar
with
them
as
I
am
.
He
'll
also
bring
them
game
-
he
and
I
made
a
pact
about
this
a
year
or
so
ago
-
and
will
probably
not
ask
for
compensation
,
but
they
should
thank
him
with
some
kind
of
trade
,
like
milk
or
medicine
.
I
do
n't
bother
suggesting
Prim
learn
to
hunt
.
I
tried
to
teach
her
a
couple
of
times
and
it
was
disastrous
.
The
woods
terrified
her
,
and
whenever
I
shot
something
,
she
'd
get
teary
and
talk
about
how
we
might
be
able
to
heal
it
if
we
got
it
home
soon
enough
.
But
she
makes
out
well
with
her
goat
,
so
I
concentrate
on
that
.
When
I
am
done
with
instructions
about
fuel
,
and
trading
,
and
staying
in
school
,
I
turn
to
my
mother
and
grip
her
arm
,
hard
.
"
Listen
to
me
.
Are
you
listening
to
me
?
"
She
nods
,
alarmed
by
my
intensity
.
She
must
know
what
's
coming
.
"
You
ca
n't
leave
again
,
"
I
say
.
My
mother
's
eyes
find
the
floor
.
"
I
know
.
I
wo
n't
.
I
could
n't
help
what
-
"
