I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.
Suzanne CollinsHow do you bear it?โ Finnick looks at me in disbelief. โI donโt, Katniss! Obviously, I donโt. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find thereโs no relief in waking.โ โThe more you can distract yourself the better, โ he says. โFirst thing tomorrow, weโll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.
Suzanne CollinsNot if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of those in the Nut. No interest in caging the pray for later use. This is one of his death traps.
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