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By
the
time
we
're
done
,
all
that
's
left
is
a
pile
of
rabbit
bones
.
My
hands
are
greasy
,
which
only
adds
to
my
growing
feeling
of
grubbiness
.
Maybe
we
do
n't
bathe
daily
in
the
Seam
,
but
we
keep
cleaner
than
I
have
of
late
.
Except
for
my
feet
,
which
have
walked
in
the
stream
,
I
'm
covered
in
a
layer
of
grime
.
Leaving
the
cave
has
a
sense
of
finality
about
it
.
I
do
n't
think
there
will
be
another
night
in
the
arena
somehow
.
One
way
or
the
other
,
dead
or
alive
,
I
have
the
feeling
I
'll
escape
it
today
.
I
give
the
rocks
a
pat
good-bye
and
we
head
down
to
the
stream
to
wash
up
.
I
can
feel
my
skin
,
itching
for
the
cool
water
.
I
may
do
my
hair
and
braid
it
back
wet
.
I
'm
wondering
if
we
might
even
be
able
to
give
our
clothes
a
quick
scrub
when
we
reach
the
stream
.
Or
what
used
to
be
the
stream
.
Now
there
's
only
a
bone-dry
bed
.
I
put
my
hand
down
to
feel
it
.
"
Not
even
a
little
damp
.
They
must
have
drained
it
while
we
slept
,
"
I
say
.
A
fear
of
the
cracked
tongue
,
aching
body
and
fuzzy
mind
brought
on
by
my
previous
dehydration
creeps
into
my
consciousness
.
Our
bottles
and
skin
are
fairly
full
,
but
with
two
drinking
and
this
hot
sun
it
wo
n't
take
long
to
deplete
them
.
"
The
lake
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
That
's
where
they
want
us
to
go
.
"
"
Maybe
the
ponds
still
have
some
,
"
I
say
hopefully
.
"
We
can
check
,
"
he
says
,
but
he
's
just
humoring
me
.
I
'm
humoring
myself
because
I
know
what
I
'll
find
when
we
return
to
the
pond
where
I
soaked
my
leg
.
A
dusty
,
gaping
mouth
of
a
hole
.
But
we
make
the
trip
anyway
just
to
confirm
what
we
already
know
.
"
You
're
right
.
They
're
driving
us
to
the
lake
,
"
I
say
.
Where
there
's
no
cover
.
Where
they
're
guaranteed
a
bloody
fight
to
the
death
with
nothing
to
block
their
view
.
"
Do
you
want
to
go
straightaway
or
wait
until
the
water
's
tapped
out
?
"
"
Let
's
go
now
,
while
we
've
had
food
and
rest
.
Let
's
just
go
end
this
thing
,
"
he
says
.
I
nod
.
It
's
funny
.
I
feel
almost
as
if
it
's
the
first
day
of
the
Games
again
.
That
I
'm
in
the
same
position
.
Twenty-one
tributes
are
dead
,
but
I
still
have
yet
to
kill
Cato
.
And
really
,
was
n't
he
always
the
one
to
kill
?
Now
it
seems
the
other
tributes
were
just
minor
obstacles
,
distractions
,
keeping
us
from
the
real
battle
of
the
Games
.
Cato
and
me
.
