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Then
she
kisses
us
each
on
the
cheek
and
hurries
out
,
overcome
with
either
the
emotional
parting
or
the
possible
improvement
of
her
fortunes
.
Haymitch
crosses
his
arms
and
looks
us
both
over
.
"
Any
final
words
of
advice
?
"
asks
Peeta
.
"
When
the
gong
sounds
,
get
the
hell
out
of
there
.
You
're
neither
of
you
up
to
the
blood
bath
at
the
Cornucopia
.
Just
clear
out
,
put
as
much
distance
as
you
can
between
yourselves
and
the
others
,
and
find
a
source
of
water
,
"
he
says
.
"
Got
it
?
"
"
And
after
that
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Stay
alive
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
It
's
the
same
advice
he
gave
us
on
the
train
,
but
he
's
not
drunk
and
laughing
this
time
.
And
we
only
nod
.
What
else
is
there
to
say
?
When
I
head
to
my
room
,
Peeta
lingers
to
talk
to
Portia
.
I
'm
glad
.
Whatever
strange
words
of
parting
we
exchange
can
wait
until
tomorrow
.
My
covers
are
drawn
back
,
but
there
is
no
sign
of
the
redheaded
Avox
girl
.
I
wish
I
knew
her
name
.
I
should
have
asked
it
.
She
could
write
it
down
maybe
.
Or
act
it
out
.
But
perhaps
that
would
only
result
in
punishment
for
her
.
I
take
a
shower
and
scrub
the
gold
paint
,
the
makeup
,
the
scent
of
beauty
from
my
body
.
All
that
remains
of
the
design-team
's
efforts
are
the
flames
on
my
nails
.
I
decide
to
keep
them
as
reminder
of
who
I
am
to
the
audience
.
Katniss
,
the
girl
who
was
on
fire
.
Perhaps
it
will
give
me
something
to
hold
on
to
in
the
days
to
come
.
I
pull
on
a
thick
,
fleecy
nightgown
and
climb
into
bed
.
It
takes
me
about
five
seconds
to
realize
I
'll
never
fall
asleep
.
And
I
need
sleep
desperately
because
in
the
arena
every
moment
I
give
in
to
fatigue
will
be
an
invitation
to
death
.
It
's
no
good
.
One
hour
,
two
,
three
pass
,
and
my
eyelids
refuse
to
get
heavy
.
I
ca
n't
stop
trying
to
imagine
exactly
what
terrain
I
'll
be
thrown
into
.
Desert
?
Swamp
?
A
frigid
wasteland
?
Above
all
I
am
hoping
for
trees
,
which
may
afford
me
some
means
of
concealment
and
food
and
shelter
,
Often
there
are
trees
because
barren
landscapes
are
dull
and
the
Games
resolve
too
quickly
without
them
.
But
what
will
the
climate
be
like
?
What
traps
have
the
Gamemakers
hid
den
to
liven
up
the
slower
moments
?
And
then
there
are
my
fellow
tributes
.
