Голодные игры
Chapter 24
Hehasn’tsaidit,butIdon’tthinkPeetafeltgoodaboutkillingher,evenifitwasessential.Ican’tpretendI’llmissher,butIhavetoadmireher.Myguessisiftheyhadgivenussomesortoftest,shewouldhavebeenthesmartestofallthetributes.If,infact,wehadbeensettingatrapforher,Ibetshe’dhavesenseditandavoidedtheberries.ItwasPeeta’sownignorancethatbroughtherdown.I’vespentsomuchtimemakingsureIdon’tunderestimatemyopponentsthatI’veforgottenit’sjustasdangeroustooverestimatethemaswell.
ThatbringsmebacktoCato.ButwhileIthinkIhadasenseofFoxface,whoshewasandhowsheoperated,he’salittlemoreslippery.Powerful,welltrained,butsmart?Idon’tknow.Notlikeshewas.AndutterlylackinginthecontrolFoxfacedemonstrated.IbelieveCatocouldeasilylosehisjudgmentinafitoftemper.NotthatIcanfeelsuperioronthatpoint.IthinkofthemomentIsentthearrowflyingintotheappleinthepig’smouthwhenIwassoenraged.MaybeIdounderstandCatobetterthanIthink.
Despitethefatigueinmybody,mymind’salert,soIletPeetasleeplongpastourusualswitch.Infact,asoftgraydayhasbegunwhenIshakehisshoulder.Helooksout,almostinalarm."Isleptthewholenight.That’snotfair,Katniss,youshouldhavewokenme."
Istretchandburrowdownintothebag."I’llsleepnow.Wakemeifanythinginterestinghappens."
Apparentlynothingdoes,becausewhenIopenmyeyes,brighthotafternoonlightgleamsthroughtherocks.
