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But
no
,
there
's
the
boy
waiting
beside
me
.
I
feel
his
arms
wrap
around
me
.
"
Two
against
one
.
Should
be
a
piece
of
cake
,
"
he
says
.
"
Next
time
we
eat
,
it
will
be
in
the
Capitol
,
"
I
answer
.
"
You
bet
it
will
,
"
he
says
.
We
stand
there
a
while
,
locked
in
an
embrace
,
feeling
each
other
,
the
sunlight
,
the
rustle
of
the
leaves
at
our
feet
.
Then
without
a
word
,
we
break
apart
and
head
for
the
lake
.
I
do
n't
care
now
that
Peeta
's
footfalls
send
rodents
scurrying
,
make
birds
take
wing
.
We
have
to
fight
Cato
and
I
'd
just
as
soon
do
it
here
as
on
the
plain
.
But
I
doubt
I
'll
have
that
choice
.
If
the
Gamemakers
want
us
in
the
open
,
then
in
the
open
we
will
be
.
We
stop
to
rest
for
a
few
moments
under
the
tree
where
the
Careers
trapped
me
.
The
husk
of
the
tracker
jacker
nest
,
beaten
to
a
pulp
by
the
heavy
rains
and
dried
in
the
burning
sun
,
confirms
the
location
.
I
touch
it
with
the
tip
of
my
boot
,
and
it
dissolves
into
dust
that
is
quickly
carried
off
by
the
breeze
.
I
ca
n't
help
looking
up
in
the
tree
where
Rue
secretly
perched
,
waiting
to
save
my
life
.
Tracker
jackers
.
Glimmer
's
bloated
body
.
The
terrifying
hallucinations
.
"
Let
's
move
on
,
"
I
say
,
wanting
to
escape
the
darkness
that
surrounds
this
place
.
Peeta
does
n't
object
.
Given
our
late
start
to
the
day
,
when
we
reach
the
plain
it
's
already
early
evening
.
There
's
no
sign
of
Cato
.
No
sign
of
anything
except
the
gold
Cornucopia
glowing
in
the
slanting
sun
rays
.
Just
in
case
Cato
decided
to
pull
a
Foxface
on
us
,
we
circle
the
Cornucopia
to
make
sure
it
's
empty
.
Then
obediently
,
as
if
following
instructions
,
we
cross
to
the
lake
and
fill
our
water
containers
.
