Голодные игры
Chapter 27
I’mgladthough,becauseitsupportsthewholecrazy-in-lovethingthat’smydefensefordefyingtheCapitol,plusitmeanswewon’thaveasmuchtimetolingeroverthedeaths.
Thefirsthalfhourorsofocusesonthepre-arenaevents,thereaping,thechariotridethroughtheCapitol,ourtrainingscores,andourinterviews.There’sthissortofupbeatsoundtrackplayingunderitthatmakesittwiceasawfulbecause,ofcourse,almosteveryoneon-screenisdead.
Oncewe’reinthearena,there’sdetailedcoverageofthebloodbathandthenthefilmmakersbasicallyalternatebetweenshotsoftributesdyingandshotsofus.MostlyPeetareally,there’snoquestionhe’scarryingthisromancethingonhisshoulders.NowIseewhattheaudiencesaw,howhemisledtheCareersaboutme,stayedawaketheentirenightunderthetrackerjackertree,foughtCatotoletmeescapeandevenwhilehelayinthatmudbank,whisperedmynameinhissleep.Iseemheartlessincomparison-dodgingfireballs,droppingnests,andblowingupsupplies-untilIgohuntingforRue.Theyplayherdeathinfull,thespearing,myfailedrescueattempt,myarrowthroughtheboyfromDistrict1’sthroat,Ruedrawingherlastbreathinmyarms.Andthesong.Igettosingeverynoteofthesong.SomethinginsidemeshutsdownandI’mtoonumbtofeelanything.It’slikewatchingcompletestrangersinanotherHungerGames.ButIdonoticetheyomitthepartwhereIcoveredherinflowers.
Right.Becauseeventhatsmacksofrebellion.
