As Grell speaks of love and loss and death, she's back in the Arena.
She hears the gong. The bloodbath is a blur. Boy Seven has a stave. He swings at her. She dives low, still running. Down to her knees. A vest. Knives. One out, thrown. Sinks into Boy Seven's chest. First cannon of the Games. A melee all around. Another boy -- distracted. Knife in his back. District Twelve. Knife. She blocks it, runs with the pack it's buried in. More blood, more death. The last non-Career -- Girl Ten -- dies at Cato's sword. Rest are scattered. The cornucopia is secured.
Others died, but the blood only came back when the tracker-jackers attacked. The hallucinogenics in their venom made her see blood everywhere, nearly choke on it.
Cato had been by her side through it all.
She would have killed Cato to win -- to live. BUt not... what she's talking about. Somehow, three distracted words escape.]
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As Grell speaks of love and loss and death, she's back in the Arena.
She hears the gong. The bloodbath is a blur. Boy Seven has a stave. He swings at her. She dives low, still running. Down to her knees. A vest. Knives. One out, thrown. Sinks into Boy Seven's chest. First cannon of the Games. A melee all around. Another boy -- distracted. Knife in his back. District Twelve. Knife. She blocks it, runs with the pack it's buried in. More blood, more death. The last non-Career -- Girl Ten -- dies at Cato's sword. Rest are scattered. The cornucopia is secured.
Others died, but the blood only came back when the tracker-jackers attacked. The hallucinogenics in their venom made her see blood everywhere, nearly choke on it.
Cato had been by her side through it all.
She would have killed Cato to win -- to live. BUt not... what she's talking about. Somehow, three distracted words escape.]
I died first.