Date: 2013-11-28 08:49 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, tell me about it," I say dryly, as much to myself as to him. I've been angry with Haymitch more often than not since I ended the Quarter Quell, even more so than usual, but as much as I hate to admit it, he usually had the right idea about what to do. He knows the Capitol even better than either of us. Right now, that would be an invaluable asset. He'd never turn up empty-handed, anyway, and rare as it is for me, I could use a drink.

Then again, my head's already spinning as it is. It's been a long time since the concussion Johanna gave me in the Arena was any trouble, but I press my free hand to my left temple anyway, trying to stop and think.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm nineteen years old. A year and a half ago, I went to sleep in the Capitol and woke up on a train in a city I'd never heard of. I thought I was safe here. Clearly, I was wrong.

The breath I let out shudders, and my body with it. "I mean, it makes sense. Make us think we're alright here, then hit us when our guard is dropped." When we're barely speaking. When my sister's found a life that's close to what amounts for normal around here. I'm the least adjusted one of us, no surprises there. I'm just hoping I can use that to our advantage now. "We just have to figure out a way to hit back."
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