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Mockingjay

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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.”

“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”

“I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I'm right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors." The shock I've been feeling begins to give way to fury. "I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there's a cease-fire, you're deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do." My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. "This is what they do and we must fight back!" "President Snow says he's sending a message. Well I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?" One of the cameras follows where I point to the planes burning on the roof of a warehouse across from us. "Fire is catching!" I am shouting now, determined he will not miss a word of it, "And if we burn, you burn with us!”

“It’s on the third night, during our game, that I answer the question eating away at me. Crazy Cat becomes a metaphor for my situation. I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light. As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he’s bristling with aggression. (That’s how I’ve been since I left the arena, with Peeta alive.) When the light goes out completely, Buttercup’s temporarily distraught and confused, but he recovers and moves on to other things. (That’s what would happen if Peeta died.) But the one thing that sends Buttercup into a tailspin is when I leave the light on but put it hopelessly out of his reach, high on the wall, beyond even his jumping skills. He paces below the wall, wails, and can’t be comforted or distracted. He’s useless until I shut the light off. (That’s what Snow is trying to do to me now, only I don’t know what form his game takes.)”