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Peetaˇs face has bee。 How little time he has left。 And I know I have to get him back to the Capitol。
Still； no cannon has fired。 I press my good ear against the horn and can just make out Catoˇs voice。
¨I think heˇs closer now。 Katniss； can you shoot him？〃 Peeta asks。
If heˇs near the mouth； I may be able to take him out。 It would be an act of mercy at this point。
¨My last arrowˇs in your tourniquet；〃 I say。
¨Make it count；〃 says Peeta； unzipping his jacket； letting me loose。
So I free the arrow； tying the tourniquet back as tightly as my frozen fingers can manage。 I rub my hands together； trying to regain circulation。 When I crawl to the lip of the horn and hang over the edge； I feel Peetaˇs hands grip me for support。
It takes a few moments to find Cato in the dim light； in the blood。 Then the raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound； and I know where his mouth is。 And I think the word heˇs trying to say is please。
Pity； not vengeance； sends my arrow flying into his skull。 Peeta pulls me back up； bopty。
¨Did you get him？〃 he whispers。
The cannon fires in answer。
¨Then we won； Katniss；〃 he says hollowly。
¨Hurray for us；〃 I get out； but thereˇs no joy of victory in my voice。
A hole opens in the plain and as if on cue； the remaining mutts bound into it； disappearing as the earth closes above them。
We wait； for the hovercraft to take Catoˇs remains； for the trumpets of victory that should follow； but nothing happens。
¨Hey！〃 I shout into air。 ¨Whatˇs going on？〃 The only response is the chatter of waking birds。
¨Maybe itˇs the body。 Maybe we have to move away from it；〃 says Peeta。
I try to remember。 Do you have to distance yourself from the dead tribute on the final kill？ My brain is too muddled to be sure； but what else could be the reason for the delay？
¨Okay。 Think you could make it to the lake？〃 I ask。
¨Think I better try；〃 says Peeta。 We inch down to the tail of the horn and fall to the ground。 If the stiffness in my limbs is this bad； how can Peeta even move？ I rise first； swinging and bending my arms and legs until I think I can help him up。 Somehow； we make it back to the lake。 I scoop up a handful of the cold water for Peeta and bring a second to my lips。
A mockingjay gives the long； low whistle； and tears of relief fill my eyes as the hovercraft appears and takes Catoˇs body away。 Now they will take us。 Now we can go home。
But again thereˇs no response。
¨What are they waiting for？〃 says Peeta weakly。 Between the loss of the tourniquet and the effort it took to get to the lake； his wound has opened up again。
¨I donˇt know；〃 I say。 Whatever the holdup is； I canˇt watch him lose any more blood。 I get up to find a stick but almost immediately e across the arrow that bounced off Catoˇs body armor。 It will do as well as the other arrow。 As I stoop to pick it up； Claudius Templesmithˇs voice booms into the arena。 ¨Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy…fourth Hunger Games。 The earlier revision has been revoked。 Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed；〃 he says。 ¨Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor。〃
Thereˇs a small burst of static and then nothing more。 I stare at Peeta in disbelief as the truth sinks in。 They never intended to let us both live。 This has all been devised by the Gamemakers to guarantee the most dramatic showdown in history。 And like a fool； I bought into it。
¨If you think about it； itˇs not that surprising；〃 he says softly。 I watch as he painfully makes it to his feet。 Then heˇs moving toward me； as if in slow motion； his hand is pulling the knife from his belt
Before I am even aware of my actions； my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart。 Peeta raises his eyebrows and I see the knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake where it splashes in the water。 I drop my weapons and take a step back； my face burning in what can only be shame。
¨No；〃 he says。 ¨Do it。〃 Peeta limps toward me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands。
¨I canˇt； I say。 ¨I wonˇt。〃
¨Do it。 Before they send those mutts back or something。 I donˇt want to die like Cato；〃 he says。
¨Then you shoot me；〃 I say furiously； shoving the weapons back at him。 ¨You shoot me and go home and live with it！〃 And as I say it； I know death right here； right now would be the easier of the two。
¨You know I canˇt；〃 Peeta says； discarding the weapons。 ¨Fine； Iˇll go first anyway。〃 He leans down and rips the bandage off his leg； eliminating the final barrier between his blood and the earth。
¨No； you canˇt kill yourself；〃 I say。 Iˇm on my knees； desperately plastering the bandage back onto his wound。
¨Katniss；〃 he says。 ¨Itˇs what I want。〃
¨Youˇre not leaving me here alone；〃 I say。 Because if he dies； Iˇll never go home； not really。 Iˇll spend the rest of my life in this arena trying to think my way out。
¨Listen；〃 he says pulling me to my feet。 ¨We both know they have to have a victor。 It can only be one of us。 Please； take it。 For me。〃 And he goes on about how he loves me； what life would be without me but Iˇve stopped listening because his previous words are trapped in my head； thrashing desperately around。
We both know they have to have a victor。
Yes； they have to have a victor。 Without a victor； the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakersˇ faces。 Theyˇd have failed the Capitol。 Might possibly even be executed； slowly and painfully while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country。
If Peeta and I were both to die； or they thought we were 。 。 。
My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt； freeing it。 Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist。 ¨No； I wonˇt let you。〃
¨Trust me；〃 I whisper。 He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets me go。 I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm。 Then I fill my own。 ¨On the count of three？〃
Peeta leans down and kisses me once； very gently。 ¨The count of three；〃 he says。
We stand； our backs pressed together； our empty hands locked tight。
¨Hold them out。 I want everyone to see；〃 he says。
I spread out my fingers； and the dark berries glisten in the sun。 I give Peetaˇs hand one last squeeze as a signal； as a goodbye； and we begin counting。 ¨One。〃 Maybe Iˇm wrong。 ¨Two。〃 Maybe they donˇt care if we both die。 ¨Three！〃 Itˇs too late to change my mind。 I lift my hand to my mouth； taking one last look at the world。 The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare。
The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them。 ¨Stop！ Stop！ Ladies and gentlemen； I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy…fourth Hunger Games； Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark！ I give you the tributes of District Twelve！〃
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I spew the berries from my mouth； wiping my tongue with the end of my shirt to make sure no juice remains。 Peeta pulls me to the lake where we both flush our mouths with water and then collapse into each otherˇs arms。
¨You didnˇt swallow any？〃 I ask him。
He shakes his head。 ¨You？〃
¨Guess Iˇd be dead by now if I did；〃 I say。 I can see his lips moving in reply； but I canˇt hear him over the roar of the crowd in the Capitol that theyˇre playing live over the speakers。
The hovercraft materializes overhead and two ladders drop； only thereˇs no way Iˇm letting go of Peeta。 I keep one arm around him as I help him up； and we each place a foot on the first rung of the ladder。 The electric current freezes us in place； and this time Iˇm glad because Iˇm not really sure Peeta can hang on for the whole ride。 And since my eyes were looking down； I can see that while our muscles are immobile； nothing is preventing the blood from draining out of Peetaˇs leg。 Sure enough； the minute the door closes behind us and the current stops； he slumps to the floor unconscious。
My fingers are still gripping the back of his jacket so tightly that when they take him away it tears leaving me with a fistful of black fabric。 Doctors in sterile white； masked and gloved； already prepped to operate； go into action。 Peetaˇs so pale and still on a silver table； tubes and wires springing out of him every which way； and for a moment I forget weˇre out of the Games and I see the doctors as just one more threat； one more pack of mutts designed to kill him。 Petrified； I lunge for him； but Iˇm caught and thrust back into another room； and a glass door seals between us。 I pound on the glass； screaming my head off。 Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage。
I slump down on the floor； my face against the door； staring unprehendingly at the crystal glass in my hand。 Icy cold； filled with orange juice； a straw with a frilly white collar。 How wrong it looks in my bloody； filthy hand with its dirt…caked nails and scars。 My mouth waters at the smell； but I place it carefully on the floor； not trusting anything so clean and pretty。
Through the glass； I see the doctors working feverishly on Peeta； their brows creased in concentration。 I see the floping through the tubes； watch a wall of dials and lights that mean nothing to me。 Iˇm not sure； but I think h