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"
But
-
"
I
begin
.
"
No
buts
.
Do
n't
resist
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
He
takes
the
bottle
of
spirits
from
the
table
and
leaves
the
car
.
As
the
door
swings
shut
behind
him
,
the
car
goes
dark
.
There
are
still
a
few
lights
inside
,
but
outside
it
's
as
if
night
has
fallen
again
.
I
realize
we
must
be
in
the
tunnel
that
runs
up
through
the
mountains
into
the
Capitol
.
The
mountains
form
a
natural
barrier
between
the
Capitol
and
the
eastern
districts
.
It
is
almost
impossible
to
enter
from
the
east
except
through
the
tunnels
.
This
geographical
advantage
was
a
major
factor
in
the
districts
losing
the
war
that
led
to
my
being
a
tribute
today
.
Since
the
rebels
had
to
scale
the
mountains
,
they
were
easy
targets
for
the
Capitol
's
air
forces
.
Peeta
Mellark
and
I
stand
in
silence
as
the
train
speeds
along
.
The
tunnel
goes
on
and
on
and
I
think
of
the
tons
of
rock
separating
me
from
the
sky
,
and
my
chest
tightens
.
I
hate
being
encased
in
stone
this
way
.
It
reminds
me
of
the
mines
and
my
father
,
trapped
,
unable
to
reach
sunlight
,
buried
forever
in
the
darkness
.
The
train
finally
begins
to
slow
and
suddenly
bright
light
floods
the
compartment
.
We
ca
n't
help
it
.
Both
Peeta
and
I
run
to
the
window
to
see
what
we
've
only
seen
on
television
,
the
Capitol
,
the
ruling
city
of
Panem
.
The
cameras
have
n't
lied
about
its
grandeur
.
If
anything
,
they
have
not
quite
captured
the
magnificence
of
the
glistening
buildings
in
a
rainbow
of
hues
that
tower
into
the
air
,
the
shiny
cars
that
roll
down
the
wide
paved
streets
,
the
oddly
dressed
people
with
bizarre
hair
and
painted
faces
who
have
never
missed
a
meal
.
All
the
colors
seem
artificial
,
the
pinks
too
deep
,
the
greens
too
bright
,
the
yellows
painful
to
the
eyes
,
like
the
flat
round
disks
of
hard
candy
we
can
never
afford
to
buy
at
the
tiny
sweet
shop
in
District
12
.
The
people
begin
to
point
at
us
eagerly
as
they
recognize
a
tribute
train
rolling
into
the
city
.
I
step
away
from
the
window
,
sickened
by
their
excitement
,
knowing
they
ca
n't
wait
to
watch
us
die
.
But
Peeta
holds
his
ground
,
actually
waving
and
smiling
at
the
gawking
crowd
.
He
only
stops
when
the
train
pulls
into
the
station
,
blocking
us
from
their
view
.
He
sees
me
staring
at
him
and
shrugs
.
"
Who
knows
?
"
he
says
.
"
One
of
them
may
be
rich
.
"
I
have
misjudged
him
.
I
think
of
his
actions
since
the
reaping
began
.
The
friendly
squeeze
of
my
hand
.
His
father
showing
up
with
the
cookies
and
promising
to
feed
Prim
.
did
Peeta
put
him
up
to
that
?
His
tears
at
the
station
Volunteering
to
wash
Haymitch
but
then
challenging
him
this
morning
when
apparently
the
nice-guy
approach
had
failed
.
And
now
the
waving
at
the
window
,
already
trying
to
win
the
crowd
.
All
of
the
pieces
are
still
fitting
together
,
but
I
sense
he
has
a
plan
forming
.
He
has
n't
accepted
his
death
.
He
is
already
fighting
hard
to
stay
alive
.
Which
also
means
that
kind
Peeta
Mellark
,
the
boy
who
gave
me
the
bread
,
is
fighting
hard
to
kill
me
.
