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Maybe
,
if
we
can
get
them
off
soon
enough
,
we
'll
avoid
the
worst
burns
.
It
's
bad
though
.
They
'll
throw
us
into
the
arena
no
matter
what
condition
we
're
in
.
"
I
know
we
promised
Haymitch
we
'd
do
exactly
what
they
said
,
but
I
do
n't
think
he
considered
this
angle
.
"
"
Where
is
Haymitch
,
anyway
?
Is
n't
he
supposed
to
protect
us
from
this
sort
of
thing
?
"
says
Peeta
.
"
With
all
that
alcohol
in
him
,
it
's
probably
not
advisable
to
have
him
around
an
open
flame
,
"
I
say
.
And
suddenly
we
're
both
laughing
.
I
guess
we
're
both
so
nervous
about
the
Games
and
more
pressingly
,
petrified
of
being
turned
into
human
torches
,
we
're
not
acting
sensibly
.
The
opening
music
begins
.
It
's
easy
to
hear
,
blasted
around
the
Capitol
.
Massive
doors
slide
open
revealing
the
crowd-lined
streets
.
The
ride
lasts
about
twenty
minutes
and
ends
up
at
the
City
Circle
,
where
they
will
welcome
us
,
play
the
anthem
,
and
escort
us
into
the
Training
Center
,
which
will
be
our
home/prison
until
the
Games
begin
.
The
tributes
from
District
1
ride
out
in
a
chariot
pulled
by
snow-white
horses
.
They
look
so
beautiful
,
spray-painted
silver
,
in
tasteful
tunics
glittering
with
jewels
.
District
1
makes
luxury
items
for
the
Capitol
.
You
can
hear
the
roar
of
the
crowd
.
They
are
always
favorites
.
District
2
gets
into
position
to
follow
them
.
In
no
time
at
all
,
we
are
approaching
the
door
and
I
can
see
that
between
the
overcast
sky
and
evening
hour
the
light
is
turning
gray
.
The
tributes
from
District
11
are
just
rolling
out
when
Cinna
appears
with
a
lighted
torch
.
"
Here
we
go
then
,
"
he
says
,
and
before
we
can
react
he
sets
our
capes
on
fire
.
I
gasp
,
waiting
for
the
heat
,
but
there
is
only
a
faint
tickling
sensation
.
Cinna
climbs
up
before
us
and
ignites
our
headdresses
.
He
lets
out
a
sign
of
relief
.
"
It
works
.
"
Then
he
gently
tucks
a
hand
under
my
chin
.
"
Remember
,
heads
high
.
Smiles
.
They
're
going
to
love
you
!
"
Cinna
jumps
off
the
chariot
and
has
one
last
idea
.
He
shouts
something
up
at
us
,
but
the
music
drowns
him
out
.
He
shouts
again
and
gestures
.
"
What
's
he
saying
?
"
I
ask
Peeta
.
For
the
first
time
,
I
look
at
him
and
realize
that
ablaze
with
the
fake
flames
,
he
is
dazzling
.
And
I
must
be
,
too
.
