Tick, tock,โ whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. โTick, tock.โ โTick, tock,โ I agree softly. โItโs time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
Suzanne CollinsI can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?
Suzanne CollinsThen itโs just Venia, whose skin is so pale her tattoos appear to be leaping off it. Almost rigid with determination, she does my hair and nails and makeup, fingers flying swiftly to compensate for her absent teammates. The whole time, she avoids my gaze. Itโs only when Cinna shows up to approve me and dismiss her that she takes my hands, looks me straight in the eye, and says, โWe would all like you to know what aโฆprivilege it has been to make you look your best.โ Then she hastens from the room.
Suzanne CollinsOf course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch?
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