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Caesar
signs
off
and
it
's
over
.
Everyone
's
laughing
and
crying
and
hugging
,
but
I
'm
still
not
sure
until
I
reach
Haymitch
.
"
Okay
?
"
I
whisper
.
"
Perfect
,
"
he
answers
.
I
go
back
to
my
room
to
collect
a
few
things
and
find
there
's
nothing
to
take
but
the
mockingjay
pin
Madge
gave
me
.
Someone
returned
it
to
my
room
after
the
Games
.
They
drive
us
through
the
streets
in
a
car
with
blackened
windows
,
and
the
train
's
waiting
for
us
.
We
barely
have
time
to
say
good-bye
to
Cinna
and
Portia
,
although
we
'll
see
them
in
a
few
months
,
when
we
tour
the
districts
for
a
round
of
victory
ceremonies
.
It
's
the
Capitol
's
way
of
reminding
people
that
the
Hunger
Games
never
really
go
away
.
We
'll
be
given
a
lot
of
useless
plaques
,
and
everyone
will
have
to
pretend
they
love
us
.
The
train
begins
moving
and
we
're
plunged
into
night
until
we
clear
the
tunnel
and
I
take
my
first
free
breath
since
the
reaping
.
Effie
is
accompanying
us
back
and
Haymitch
,
too
,
of
course
.
We
eat
an
enormous
dinner
and
settle
into
silence
in
front
of
the
television
to
watch
a
replay
of
the
interview
.
With
the
Capitol
growing
farther
away
every
second
,
I
begin
to
think
of
home
.
Of
Prim
and
my
mother
.
Of
Gale
.
I
excuse
myself
to
change
out
of
my
dress
and
into
a
plain
shirt
and
pants
.
As
I
slowly
,
thoroughly
wash
the
makeup
from
my
face
and
put
my
hair
in
its
braid
,
I
begin
transforming
back
into
myself
.
Katniss
Everdeen
.
A
girl
who
lives
in
the
Seam
.
Hunts
in
the
woods
.
Trades
in
the
Hob
.
I
stare
in
the
mirror
as
I
try
to
remember
who
I
am
and
who
I
am
not
.
By
the
time
I
join
the
others
,
the
pressure
of
Peeta
's
arm
around
my
shoulders
feels
alien
.
When
the
train
makes
a
brief
stop
for
fuel
,
we
're
allowed
to
go
outside
for
some
fresh
air
.
There
's
no
longer
any
need
to
guard
us
.
Peeta
and
I
walk
down
along
the
track
,
hand
in
hand
,
and
I
ca
n't
find
anything
to
say
now
that
we
're
alone
.
He
stops
to
gather
a
bunch
of
wildflowers
for
me
.
When
he
presents
them
,
I
work
hard
to
look
pleased
.
Because
he
ca
n't
know
that
the
pink-and-white
flowers
are
the
tops
of
wild
onions
and
only
remind
me
of
the
hours
I
've
spent
gathering
them
with
Gale
.
Gale
.
The
idea
of
seeing
Gale
in
a
matter
of
hours
makes
my
stomach
churn
.
But
why
?
I
ca
n't
quite
frame
it
in
my
mind
.
I
only
know
that
I
feel
like
I
've
been
lying
to
someone
who
trusts
me
.
Or
more
accurately
,
to
two
people
.
I
've
been
getting
away
with
it
up
to
this
point
because
of
the
Games
.
But
there
will
be
no
Games
to
hide
behind
back
home
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
"
Peeta
asks
.
"
Nothing
,
"
I
answer
.
We
continue
walking
,
past
the
end
of
the
train
,
out
where
even
I
'm
fairly
sure
there
are
no
cameras
hidden
in
the
scrubby
bushes
along
the
track
.
Still
no
words
come
.
Haymitch
startles
me
when
he
lays
a
hand
on
my
back
.
Even
now
,
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
,
he
keeps
his
voice
down
.
"
Great
job
,
you
two
.
Just
keep
it
up
in
the
district
until
the
cameras
are
gone
.
We
should
be
okay
.
"
I
watch
him
head
back
to
the
train
,
avoiding
Peeta
's
eyes
.
