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“At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”

“Peeta's awake already, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as the trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in his eyes, checks his pules. I'm disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke up, but he sees it now. His features registrer disbelief and something more intense that I can't quite place. Desire? Desperation? Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feets and moves towards me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for mine too, to caress my face, I think. My lips are forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.”

“Gale didn't say, "Katniss will pick whoever it will break her heart to give up," or even "whoever she can't live without." Those would have implied I was motivated by a kind of passion. But my best friend predicts I will choose the person "I can't survive without." There's not the least indication that love, desire, or even compatibility will sway me. I'll just conduct an unfeeling assessment of what my potential mates can offer me. As if in the end, it will be the question of whether a baker or a hunter will extend my longevity the most. It's a horrible thing for Gale to say, for Peeta not to refute. Especially when every emotion I have has been taken or exploited by the Capitol or the rebels. At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.”

“When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep syrup. My heel had been injured after I'd climbed out on a branch over the electric fence and dropped back into 12. Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn't quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. "Always.”

“Y de repente es cómo si no existiera nadie más en el mundo que estas dos personas que atraviesan el espacio para encontrarse. Chocan, se abrazan, pierden el equilibrio, se dan contra una pared y allí se quedan, convertidos en un solo ser indivisible. Noto una punzada de celos, no por Finnick ni por Annie, sino por su certeza. Viéndolos, nadie dudaría de su amor.”

“Двамата с Пийта се сближаваме. Все още има моменти, когато той стиска здраво облегалката на някой стол и не я пуска, докато бързо мяркащите се спомени приключат. Аз се будя с писъци от кошмари за мутове и загинали деца. Но ръцете му са там, за да ме утешат. А накрая — и устните му. В нощта, когато изпитвам отново онова усещане — гладът, който ме завладя на брега, — разбирам, че това така или иначе щеше да се случи. Че за да оцелея, ми е нужен не огънят на Гейл, разпален с ярост и омраза. Самата аз имам огън в изобилие. Нужно ми е глухарчето през пролетта. Яркожълтият цвят, който означава възраждане, а не унищожение. Обещанието, че животът може да продължи, независимо колко тежки са нашите загуби. Че може отново да бъде хубаво. И само Пийта може да ми даде това.”

“Ще им кажа как оцелявам. Ще им кажа, че в лошите сутрини ми се струва невъзможно да се насладя на каквото и да било, защото се страхувам, че може да ми бъде отнето. Именно тогава съставям мислено списък на всяко добро дело, което съм видяла някой да извършва. Това е като игра. Все едно и също. Дори малко досадно след повече от двайсет години. Но има и много по-страшни игри.”

“Оказва се, че въпросът, който ме разяжда от толкова време, винаги е имал само един възможен отговор. Но ми беше нужна безумната постъпка на Пийта, за да се сетя какъв е. Какво ще направя аз? Поемам си дълбоко въздух. Повдигам леко ръце — сякаш си спомням черно-белите криле, които ми подари Цина — а после ги отпускам край тялото си. — Аз ще бъда Сойката-присмехулка.”

“Приближавам се към камерата, обзета от ярост: — Президентът Сноу казва, че ни изпраща послание? Е, и аз имам едно за него: можете да ни измъчвате и да ни бомбардирате, и да сринете нашите окръзи до основи, но виждате ли това? — Една от камерите ни следва, докато соча към ховъркрафтите, които горят на покрива на склада отсреща. Гербът на Капитола върху едно крило проблясва ясно през пламъците. — Огънят се разпростира! — Сега крещя, защото искам той да чуе всяка дума. — И ако изгорим, и вие ще изгорите с нас! Последните ми думи увисват във въздуха. Имам чувството, че времето е спряло, а аз се издигам в облак от горещина, излъчвана не от пожара, а дълбоко вътре от мен.”

“Първо зървам русата плитка, която се спуска по гърба й. После, когато смъква палтото си, за да покрие едно стенещо дете, забелязвам патешката опашка, образувана от неприбраната й блуза. Реагирам по същия начин, както в деня, когато Ефи Тринкет изтегли името й по време на Жътвата. Изглежда съм се пуснала, защото осъзнавам, че съм в основата на пилона и не си спомням станалото през последните няколко секунди. После разбутвам тълпата, точно както направих предишния път. Опитвам се да изкрещя името й достатъчно силно, за да надвикам глъчката. Вече съм почти там, почти до барикадата, когато тя сякаш ме чува. Защото само за миг тя ме зърва, устните й оформят името ми. И точно тогава избухват и другите парашути.”

“Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man They say murdered three. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of hope, Side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man They say murdered three. Strange things have happened here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree”

“But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”

“Instead of pulling back, he leans in closer, searching my face. "You think I'm heartless." "I know you're not. But I won't tell you it's okay," I say. Now he draws back, almost impatiently. "Katniss, what difference is there, really, between crushing our enemy in a mine or blowing them out of the sky with one of Beetee's arrows? The result is the same." "I don't know. We were under attack in Eight, for one thing. The hospital was under attack," I say. "Yes, and those hoverplanes came from District Two," he says. "So, by taking them out, we prevented further attacks." "But that kind of thinking...you could turn it into an argument for killing anyone at any time. You could justify sending kids into the Hunger Games to prevent the districts from getting out of line," I say.”

“No problem," Gale replies. "I wake up ten times a night anyway." "To make sure Katniss is still here?" asks Peeta. "Something like that,"... "That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her." "Well, WE never have,"... "She loves you, you know," says Peeta. "She as good as told me after they whipped you." "Don't believe it,"Gale answers. "The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell...well she never kissed me like that." "It was just part of the show," Peeta tells him, although there's an edge of doubt in his voice. "No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her." There's a long pause. "I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then." "You couldn't," says Peeta. "She'd never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life." ... "I wonder how she'll make up her mind." "Oh, that I do know." I can just catch Gale's last words through the layer of fur. "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without”

“And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today. It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. "No. I don't want to..." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”

“Are you, are you Coming to the tree They strung up a man They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out For his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, So we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, Side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree.”

“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.”