My refusal to play the Games on the Capitol’s terms is to be my last act of rebellion
I am not strong enough to defeat you, Morgana, but know this:
“Do you remember when I asked you to marry me ? Do you remember what you said ? You said “With all my heart.”. That’s what you said Guinevere, that was no subterfuge, no trickery.”
Everything. That’s what Peeta wants me to take from him. I wait for him to mention the baby, to play to the cameras, but he doesn’t. And that’s how I know that none of this is part of the Games. That he is telling me the truth about what he feels. “No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. (x | x)
It’s Peeta I’m thinking about. I spot him now, still stranded on his metal plate. I take off and Finnick follows without question, as if knowing this will be my next move. When I’m as close as I can get, I start removing knives from my belt, preparing to swim out to reach him and somehow bring him in. Finnick drops a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll get him.” “Cover me,” he says. He disappears with a flawless dive. I raise my bow, warding off any attackers from the Cornucopia, but no one seems interested in pursuing us.
“I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap up over my boots. Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction.
I can only form one clear thought.
This is no place for a girl on fire.”
I want to make sure the first person who kisses you loves you.