Though they fought and lived with honor and dignity until the end, both Thresh and Rue, were so young. But our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives of people we touch around us. For myself, for Katniss, we know that without Rue and without Thresh we wouldn’t be standing here today. So in recognition of that, knowing that it in no way can make up for your loss. We’d like to donate one month of our winnings to the families of the tributes, every year, for the rest of our lives.
So @TheCapitolPN tweeted this
which was promptly deleted. (G-Bb-A-D are the notes to Rue’s whistle.)
But if you had clicked inspect element before it was deleted
"You silence our voices, but we are still heard."
HOW COOL IS THIS MARKETING?!?! Like the rebels are hacking into the capitol’s twitter!!!!
- But he’s The Capitol darling. They love him here. Charming, smart, and very skilled at combat. Especially in water.
- What about weaknesses?
- One. Mags.
A sound escapes me. The same combination of a gasp and groan that comes from being submerged in water, deprived of oxygen to the point of pain. I push people aside until I am right in front of him, my hand resting on the screen. I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing. Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness. His skin is glowing, flawless, in that full-body-polish way. His manner’s composed, serious. I can’t reconcile this image with the battered, bleeding boy who haunts my dreams.
Not pictured: Peeta immediately runs back to the force field so that Finnick can repeat his ‘CPR’ performance.
I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister.
Now I will kill him. And then the Hunger Games will be over…