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I
frown
at
the
shrinking
sun
.
"
We
do
n't
want
to
fight
him
after
dark
.
There
's
only
the
one
pair
of
glasses
.
"
Peeta
carefully
squeezes
drops
of
iodine
into
the
water
.
"
Maybe
that
's
what
he
's
waiting
for
.
What
do
you
want
to
do
?
Go
back
to
the
cave
?
"
"
Either
that
or
find
a
tree
.
But
let
's
give
him
another
half
an
hour
or
so
.
Then
we
'll
take
cover
,
"
I
answer
.
We
sit
by
the
lake
,
in
full
sight
.
There
's
no
point
in
hiding
now
.
In
the
trees
at
the
edge
of
the
plain
,
I
can
see
the
mockingjays
flitting
about
.
Bouncing
melodies
back
and
forth
between
them
like
brightly
colored
balls
.
I
open
my
mouth
and
sing
out
Rue
's
four-note
run
.
I
can
feel
them
pause
curiously
at
the
sound
of
my
voice
,
listening
for
more
.
I
repeat
the
notes
in
the
silence
.
First
one
mockingjay
trills
the
tune
back
,
then
another
.
Then
the
whole
world
comes
alive
with
the
sound
.
"
Just
like
your
father
,
"
says
Peeta
.
My
fingers
find
the
pin
on
my
shirt
.
"
That
's
Rue
's
song
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
think
they
remember
it
.
"
The
music
swells
and
I
recognize
the
brilliance
of
it
.
As
the
notes
overlap
,
they
compliment
one
another
,
forming
a
lovely
,
unearthly
harmony
.
It
was
this
sound
then
,
thanks
to
Rue
,
that
sent
the
orchard
workers
of
District
11
home
each
night
.
Does
someone
start
it
at
quitting
time
,
I
wonder
,
now
that
she
is
dead
?
For
a
while
,
I
just
close
my
eyes
and
listen
,
mesmerized
by
the
beauty
of
the
song
.
Then
something
begins
to
disrupt
the
music
.
Runs
cut
off
in
jagged
,
imperfect
lines
Dissonant
notes
intersperse
with
the
melody
.
The
mockingjays
'
voices
rise
up
in
a
shrieking
cry
of
alarm
.
We
're
on
our
feet
,
Peeta
wielding
his
knife
,
me
poised
to
shoot
,
when
Cato
smashes
through
the
trees
and
bears
down
on
us
.
He
has
no
spear
.
In
fact
,
his
hands
are
empty
,
yet
he
runs
straight
for
us
.
My
first
arrow
hits
his
chest
and
inexplicably
falls
aside
.
