Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.
Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.
It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.
Fire beats roses again.
The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand
Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!