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Still
,
no
cannon
has
fired
.
I
press
my
good
ear
against
the
horn
and
can
just
make
out
Cato
's
voice
.
"
I
think
he
's
closer
now
.
Katniss
,
can
you
shoot
him
?
"
Peeta
asks
.
If
he
's
near
the
mouth
,
I
may
be
able
to
take
him
out
.
It
would
be
an
act
of
mercy
at
this
point
.
"
My
last
arrow
's
in
your
tourniquet
,
"
I
say
.
"
Make
it
count
,
"
says
Peeta
,
unzipping
his
jacket
,
letting
me
loose
.
So
I
free
the
arrow
,
tying
the
tourniquet
back
as
tightly
as
my
frozen
fingers
can
manage
.
I
rub
my
hands
together
,
trying
to
regain
circulation
.
When
I
crawl
to
the
lip
of
the
horn
and
hang
over
the
edge
,
I
feel
Peeta
's
hands
grip
me
for
support
.
It
takes
a
few
moments
to
find
Cato
in
the
dim
light
,
in
the
blood
.
Then
the
raw
hunk
of
meat
that
used
to
be
my
enemy
makes
a
sound
,
and
I
know
where
his
mouth
is
.
And
I
think
the
word
he
's
trying
to
say
is
please
.
Pity
,
not
vengeance
,
sends
my
arrow
flying
into
his
skull
.
Peeta
pulls
me
back
up
,
bow
in
hand
,
quiver
empty
.
"
Did
you
get
him
?
"
he
whispers
.
The
cannon
fires
in
answer
.
