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But
his
smile
is
the
same
whether
in
mud
or
in
the
Capitol
and
when
I
see
it
,
I
take
about
three
steps
and
fling
myself
into
his
arms
.
He
staggers
back
,
almost
losing
his
balance
,
and
that
's
when
I
realize
the
slim
,
metal
contraption
in
his
hand
is
some
kind
of
cane
.
He
rights
himself
and
we
just
cling
to
each
other
while
the
audience
goes
insane
.
He
's
kissing
me
and
all
the
time
I
'm
thinking
,
Do
you
know
?
Do
you
know
how
much
danger
we
're
in
?
After
about
ten
minutes
of
this
,
Caesar
Flickerman
taps
on
his
shoulder
to
continue
the
show
,
and
Peeta
just
pushes
him
aside
without
even
glancing
at
him
.
The
audience
goes
berserk
.
Whether
he
knows
or
not
,
Peeta
is
,
as
usual
,
playing
the
crowd
exactly
right
.
Finally
,
Haymitch
interrupts
us
and
gives
us
a
good-natured
shove
toward
the
victor
's
chair
.
Usually
,
this
is
a
single
,
ornate
chair
from
which
the
winning
tribute
watches
a
film
of
the
highlights
of
the
Games
,
but
since
there
are
two
of
us
,
the
Gamemakers
have
provided
a
plush
red
velvet
couch
.
A
small
one
,
my
mother
would
call
it
a
love
seat
,
I
think
.
I
sit
so
close
to
Peeta
that
I
'm
practically
on
his
lap
,
but
one
look
from
Haymitch
tells
me
it
is
n't
enough
.
Kicking
off
my
sandals
,
I
tuck
my
feet
to
the
side
and
lean
my
head
against
Peeta
's
shoulder
.
His
arm
goes
around
me
automatically
,
and
I
feel
like
I
'm
back
in
the
cave
,
curled
up
against
him
,
trying
to
keep
warm
.
His
shirt
is
made
of
the
same
yellow
material
as
my
dress
,
but
Portia
's
put
him
in
long
black
pants
.
No
sandals
,
either
,
but
a
pair
of
sturdy
black
boots
he
keeps
solidly
planted
on
the
stage
.
I
wish
Cinna
had
given
me
a
similar
outfit
,
I
feel
so
vulnerable
in
this
flimsy
dress
.
But
I
guess
that
was
the
point
.
Caesar
Flickerman
makes
a
few
more
jokes
,
and
then
it
's
time
for
the
show
.
This
will
last
exactly
three
hours
and
is
required
viewing
for
all
of
Panem
.
As
the
lights
dim
and
the
seal
appears
on
the
screen
,
I
realize
I
'm
unprepared
for
this
.
I
do
not
want
to
watch
my
twenty-two
fellow
tributes
die
.
I
saw
enough
of
them
die
the
first
time
.
My
heart
starts
pounding
and
I
have
a
strong
impulse
to
run
.
How
have
the
other
victors
faced
this
alone
?
During
the
highlights
,
they
periodically
show
the
winner
's
reaction
up
on
a
box
in
the
corner
of
the
screen
.
I
think
back
to
earlier
years
.
some
are
triumphant
,
pumping
their
fists
in
the
air
,
beating
their
chests
.
Most
just
seem
stunned
.
All
I
know
is
that
the
only
thing
keeping
me
on
this
love
seat
is
Peeta
-
his
arm
around
my
shoulder
,
his
other
hand
claimed
by
both
of
mine
.
Of
course
,
the
previous
victors
did
n't
have
the
Capitol
looking
for
a
way
to
destroy
them
.
Condensing
several
weeks
into
three
hours
is
quite
a
feat
,
especially
when
you
consider
how
many
cameras
were
going
at
once
.
Whoever
puts
together
the
highlights
has
to
choose
what
sort
of
story
to
tell
.
This
year
,
for
the
first
time
,
they
tell
a
love
story
.
I
know
Peeta
and
I
won
,
but
a
disproportionate
amount
of
time
is
spent
on
us
,
right
from
the
beginning
.
I
'm
glad
though
,
because
it
supports
the
whole
crazy-in-love
thing
that
's
my
defense
for
defying
the
Capitol
,
plus
it
means
we
wo
n't
have
as
much
time
to
linger
over
the
deaths
.
The
first
half
hour
or
so
focuses
on
the
pre-arena
events
,
the
reaping
,
the
chariot
ride
through
the
Capitol
,
our
training
scores
,
and
our
interviews
.
There
's
this
sort
of
upbeat
soundtrack
playing
under
it
that
makes
it
twice
as
awful
because
,
of
course
,
almost
everyone
on-screen
is
dead
.
Once
we
're
in
the
arena
,
there
's
detailed
coverage
of
the
bloodbath
and
then
the
filmmakers
basically
alternate
between
shots
of
tributes
dying
and
shots
of
us
.
Mostly
Peeta
really
,
there
's
no
question
he
's
carrying
this
romance
thing
on
his
shoulders
.
Now
I
see
what
the
audience
saw
,
how
he
misled
the
Careers
about
me
,
stayed
awake
the
entire
night
under
the
tracker
jacker
tree
,
fought
Cato
to
let
me
escape
and
even
while
he
lay
in
that
mud
bank
,
whispered
my
name
in
his
sleep
.
I
seem
heartless
in
comparison
-
dodging
fireballs
,
dropping
nests
,
and
blowing
up
supplies
-
until
I
go
hunting
for
Rue
.
They
play
her
death
in
full
,
the
spearing
,
my
failed
rescue
attempt
,
my
arrow
through
the
boy
from
District
1
's
throat
,
Rue
drawing
her
last
breath
in
my
arms
.
And
the
song
.
I
get
to
sing
every
note
of
the
song
.
Something
inside
me
shuts
down
and
I
'm
too
numb
to
feel
anything
.
It
's
like
watching
complete
strangers
in
another
Hunger
Games
.
But
I
do
notice
they
omit
the
part
where
I
covered
her
in
flowers
.
Right
.
Because
even
that
smacks
of
rebellion
.
Things
pick
up
for
me
once
they
've
announced
two
tributes
from
the
same
district
can
live
and
I
shout
out
Peeta
's
name
and
then
clap
my
hands
over
my
mouth
.
If
I
've
seemed
indifferent
to
him
earlier
,
I
make
up
for
it
now
,
by
finding
him
,
nursing
him
back
to
health
,
going
to
the
feast
for
the
medicine
,
and
being
very
free
with
my
kisses
.
Objectively
,
I
can
see
the
mutts
and
Cato
's
death
are
as
gruesome
as
ever
,
but
again
,
I
feel
it
happens
to
people
I
have
never
met
.
