"There was...something called the Quarter Quell. Every 25 years, they'd change the rules of the Games. This time, they Reaped tributes from existing Victors," it wouldn't take Gale very long to figure it out. District 12 had only one female Victor in its entire history. She closes her eyes for a moment, squeezes them shut and tries to make sense of all the images flashing through her head. Memories, really. Peeta had given her a locket - where was it now? She didn't know anymore. Had it gotten lost in the explosion, or...?
But it didn't matter. It was just a thing, and she'd left his pearl behind in her room at the Compound. Consciously left it, as if that would help her forget the Boy with the Bread.
It didn't help at all.
"They had force fields in the arena to keep us inside. I shot one and burst it and...they punished us. They punished District 12 for that." she has to pause, to look away from his face so she won't see the grief in his eyes because she's had more than her own fair share of it these days.
"They burned District 12 to the ground."
It was almost funny that she was the one telling him this, when the roles had been reversed back when it had actually happened. There's no end to the irony the island so graciously provides.
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But it didn't matter. It was just a thing, and she'd left his pearl behind in her room at the Compound. Consciously left it, as if that would help her forget the Boy with the Bread.
It didn't help at all.
"They had force fields in the arena to keep us inside. I shot one and burst it and...they punished us. They punished District 12 for that." she has to pause, to look away from his face so she won't see the grief in his eyes because she's had more than her own fair share of it these days.
"They burned District 12 to the ground."
It was almost funny that she was the one telling him this, when the roles had been reversed back when it had actually happened. There's no end to the irony the island so graciously provides.