She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.
Suzanne CollinsSo I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark
Suzanne CollinsJohanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. โHowโd you lose Mags?โ โIn the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldnโt lift her. Finnick said he couldnโt take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,โ I say. โShe was Finnickโs mentor, you know,โ Johanna says accusingly. โNo, I didnโt,โ I say. โShe was half his family,โ she says a few moments later, but thereโs less venom behind it.
Suzanne CollinsHe felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.
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