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"
Then
we
won
,
Katniss
,
"
he
says
hollowly
.
"
Hurray
for
us
,
"
I
get
out
,
but
there
's
no
joy
of
victory
in
my
voice
.
A
hole
opens
in
the
plain
and
as
if
on
cue
,
the
remaining
mutts
bound
into
it
,
disappearing
as
the
earth
closes
above
them
.
We
wait
,
for
the
hovercraft
to
take
Cato
's
remains
,
for
the
trumpets
of
victory
that
should
follow
,
but
nothing
happens
.
"
Hey
!
"
I
shout
into
air
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
The
only
response
is
the
chatter
of
waking
birds
.
"
Maybe
it
's
the
body
.
Maybe
we
have
to
move
away
from
it
,
"
says
Peeta
.
I
try
to
remember
.
Do
you
have
to
distance
yourself
from
the
dead
tribute
on
the
final
kill
?
My
brain
is
too
muddled
to
be
sure
,
but
what
else
could
be
the
reason
for
the
delay
?
"
Okay
.
Think
you
could
make
it
to
the
lake
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Think
I
better
try
,
"
says
Peeta
.
We
inch
down
to
the
tail
of
the
horn
and
fall
to
the
ground
.
If
the
stiffness
in
my
limbs
is
this
bad
,
how
can
Peeta
even
move
?
I
rise
first
,
swinging
and
bending
my
arms
and
legs
until
I
think
I
can
help
him
up
.
Somehow
,
we
make
it
back
to
the
lake
.
I
scoop
up
a
handful
of
the
cold
water
for
Peeta
and
bring
a
second
to
my
lips
.
A
mockingjay
gives
the
long
,
low
whistle
,
and
tears
of
relief
fill
my
eyes
as
the
hovercraft
appears
and
takes
Cato
's
body
away
.
Now
they
will
take
us
.
Now
we
can
go
home
.
