I played on a show for three years as a mermaid, yeah, so I’m always kind of in this like magic world. I’ll be like a fairy next.
“Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch — this is the Capitol’s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion.”
She was slipping away; every time they hooked the drip to his wrists and filled him with poison, he saw another memory slip through the cracks, replaced with hatred. Her lips pulling away from his, her eyes clouding over with hatred, her hands covered in blood. Maybe she was a mutt, after all…
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!
