She speaks and he finds her in the murk. His head turns towards her. He pushes to his hands and knees and then up, to his feet. The ash is thick around the toes of his boots. The first step he takes, he stumbles but he doesn't fall.
"...Fuck, Katniss," he mumbles. "This is it, isn't it?"
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"...Fuck, Katniss," he mumbles. "This is it, isn't it?"