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And
then
comes
the
moment
with
the
berries
.
I
can
hear
the
audience
hushing
one
another
,
not
wanting
to
miss
anything
.
A
wave
of
gratitude
to
the
filmmakers
sweeps
over
me
when
they
end
not
with
the
announcement
of
our
victory
,
but
with
me
pounding
on
the
glass
door
of
the
hovercraft
,
screaming
Peeta
's
name
as
they
try
to
revive
him
.
In
terms
of
survival
,
it
's
my
best
moment
all
night
.
The
anthem
's
playing
yet
again
and
we
rise
as
President
Snow
himself
takes
the
stage
followed
by
a
little
girl
carrying
a
cushion
that
holds
the
crown
.
There
's
just
one
crown
,
though
,
and
you
can
hear
the
crowd
's
confusion
-
whose
head
will
he
place
it
on
?
-
until
President
Snow
gives
it
a
twist
and
it
separates
into
two
halves
.
He
places
the
first
around
Peeta
's
brow
with
a
smile
.
He
's
still
smiling
when
he
settles
the
second
on
my
head
,
but
his
eyes
,
just
inches
from
mine
,
are
as
unforgiving
as
a
snake
's
.
That
's
when
I
know
that
even
though
both
of
us
would
have
eaten
the
berries
,
I
am
to
blame
for
having
the
idea
.
I
'm
the
instigator
.
I
'm
the
one
to
be
punished
.
Much
bowing
and
cheering
follows
.
My
arm
is
about
to
fall
off
from
waving
when
Caesar
Flickerman
finally
bids
the
audience
good
night
,
reminding
them
to
tune
in
tomorrow
for
the
final
interviews
.
As
if
they
have
a
choice
.
Peeta
and
I
are
whisked
to
the
president
's
mansion
for
the
Victory
Banquet
,
where
we
have
very
little
time
to
eat
as
Capitol
officials
and
particularly
generous
sponsors
elbow
one
another
out
of
the
way
as
they
try
to
get
their
picture
with
us
.
Face
after
beaming
face
flashes
by
,
becoming
increasingly
intoxicated
as
the
evening
wears
on
.
Occasionally
,
I
catch
a
glimpse
of
Haymitch
,
which
is
reassuring
,
or
President
Snow
,
which
is
terrifying
,
but
I
keep
laughing
and
thanking
people
and
smiling
as
my
picture
is
taken
.
The
one
thing
I
never
do
is
let
go
of
Peeta
's
hand
.
The
sun
is
just
peeking
over
the
horizon
when
we
straggle
back
to
the
twelfth
floor
of
the
Training
Center
.
I
think
now
I
'll
finally
get
a
word
alone
with
Peeta
,
but
Haymitch
sends
him
off
with
Portia
to
get
something
fitted
for
the
interview
and
personally
escorts
me
to
my
door
.
"
Why
ca
n't
I
talk
to
him
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Plenty
of
time
for
talk
when
we
get
home
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
Go
to
bed
,
you
're
on
air
at
two
.
"
Despite
Haymitch
's
running
interference
,
I
'm
determined
to
see
Peeta
privately
.
After
I
toss
and
turn
for
a
few
hours
,
I
slip
into
the
hall
.
My
first
thought
is
to
check
the
roof
,
but
it
's
empty
.
Even
the
city
streets
far
below
are
deserted
after
the
celebration
last
night
.
