And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It's too late, though. In the confusion they didn't cut us off in time. Everyone has seen.
Suzanne CollinsWhat? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.
Suzanne CollinsAnd don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.
Suzanne CollinsThe anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
Suzanne CollinsYou haven't hurt peopleโyou've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
Suzanne CollinsUpon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.
Suzanne CollinsVikus looked at Luxa and opened his arms. She stood, still frozen, staring at him as if he were a complete stranger. "Luxa, it's your grandpa," said Gregor. It seemed like the best and most important thing to say at the moment. "It's your grandpa." Luxa blinked. A tiny tear formed at the corner of her eye. A battle took place on her face as she tried to stop the feelings rising up inside her. The feelings won, and to Gregor's great relief, she ran into Vikus's arms.
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