[Rue listens. She hears. It's all she can do. There's nothing to say, nothing to do. They were all caught up in the games, they had no choice. And they all knew only one could walk out alive.
She knew Cato and Clove wanted to. They were Careers, it was what they did. Katniss, she had her sister to return to but there was Peeta as well.
Who would root for a 12-year-old girl from District 11? Not even Thresh had good odds.
Rue can't imagine Thresh killing Clove. She doesn't want to, not really. She would rather remember Thresh as she always does; with half a smile, kids half his size hanging off his massive arms and back as he stomps around the fields, laughter surrounding him.]
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She knew Cato and Clove wanted to. They were Careers, it was what they did. Katniss, she had her sister to return to but there was Peeta as well.
Who would root for a 12-year-old girl from District 11? Not even Thresh had good odds.
Rue can't imagine Thresh killing Clove. She doesn't want to, not really. She would rather remember Thresh as she always does; with half a smile, kids half his size hanging off his massive arms and back as he stomps around the fields, laughter surrounding him.]
...I'm glad there aren't any more Games.