[The words are quiet, frightened. It's a seventeen-year-old girl speaking, not the Seventh-Fourth female tribute from District Two. Not the gold-armored Athena.
Her hand shakes under his, and the tears won't stop. Twelve provoked her. Shot an arrow at her, cut her face. Twelve picked the fight; she ended it. But this. This was her doing. She started this. If she loses Cato, it's her fault. No one else's.
If she loses him, she is alone.
The words almost aren't hers as she looks up at him, never letting up on the pressure. Whether she fears his dying or simply deciding that he's had enough, it's hard to say.]
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[The words are quiet, frightened. It's a seventeen-year-old girl speaking, not the Seventh-Fourth female tribute from District Two. Not the gold-armored Athena.
Her hand shakes under his, and the tears won't stop. Twelve provoked her. Shot an arrow at her, cut her face. Twelve picked the fight; she ended it. But this. This was her doing. She started this. If she loses Cato, it's her fault. No one else's.
If she loses him, she is alone.
The words almost aren't hers as she looks up at him, never letting up on the pressure. Whether she fears his dying or simply deciding that he's had enough, it's hard to say.]
Stay with me.
Please.
Don't make me do this alone.