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HG: The Final Eight, Chapter Six - The Phantom Librarian
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HG: The Final Eight, Chapter Six
Longish one. Delly has just fallen asleep after an extremely tiring day (the feast).


Chapter Six
My dreams bring me back to the mine, where I am still calling for Peeta. I know now that he's in a chamber deep under the mountain, just as I know that, somewhere above me, Katniss is bound and can't help.

It isn't a cave-in that's trapped Peeta. He has built a closed room. I know this because I find drawings of it made with the crayons from the picture I put of him in school. One shows him hidden away. Another shows a girl, who is Katniss at first glance, but when I look a second time, it is the girl from District Eight, the girl whose blood Peeta spilled to end the agony of her wounds. She is drawn in the childish scrawl he had when he owned the crayons, but I recognize her nonetheless, and I know that the reddish scribbles all around her are not an accidental background.

I run down the passage where the drawings were, and I see the table from the feast, with torches to either side. There is a door behind it, and I know that Peeta is behind it, but no matter how hard I knock, he won't answer.

"He's always been a pain in my ass," Edder says behind me, but when I turn, he isn't there, either.

I sit down on the ground between the torches and wait to wake up.

Morning comes in almost unnoticed. I'm certainly awake before my alarm tells me I need to be. It's a gray day, and the coming of the light only changes the character of the night a little bit.

I get dressed and go next door. Edder is outside, slopping the pigs. He smiles at me and says, "I'll kiss you when I wash my hands."

"Thanks." I sit down on the back steps. "Sorry I stayed away yesterday."

"Does do something to the ego to ask a girl out, have her say yes, then have her disappear." He finishes emptying the slops. "But I'll survive. As long as it wasn't some kind of message?"

I shrug. "Just a head-clearing."

He comes past me and we go inside. He washes his hands, then, as promised, gives me a kiss. He gets his things, and we go to school together.

"You seem a little distant," he says, and I laugh, because it sounds like he's trying to speak a foreign language. He scowls. "What?"

"Just... you don't have to ask about it if I look weird."

"I want to know. I don't know you very well, other than the fact that you are an extremely comforting human being. Isn't finding out what makes someone tick part of going out?"

"I guess."

"So, what's up?"

I tell him about my dream, and that it's the third time my mind has taken me to the mine. He listens without talking, and we're almost at school by the time I finish. He stops at the last corner. People are walking in around us, but not ostentatiously not paying attention. (Since the media descended, District Twelve has been very deliberate in its attempt to not gawk at the Mellarks and Everdeens.)

"I don't know why I keep dreaming it," I say.

Ed shakes his head. "I've been dreaming about the time he ran away."

"When he was seven?"

"Yeah. You remember that?"

"Sure. He got lost up on the hill."

"He did that because I dumped him in the flour bin. He tipped it over trying to get out, and Mom yelled at him. He could have told on me, but he didn't. He just ran away. I keep dreaming that he freezes to death up on the hill. Which is pretty stupid, since it was July."

"Well, he doesn't really go into the mines much, either, so it's kind of stupid for me to be afraid he'll get trapped there."

Ed thinks about it, then gives a helpless shrug. We start walking again, holding hands. "We're just worried, I think. But it's getting better. He's almost home." We reach the school and go inside. Half the wrestling team is by the tribute board, writing encouraging messages. We join them. I don't know them, but they know Ed and Peeta both, so I'm more or less accepted, though they seem nonplussed by me as Ed's girlfriend. I'm not as pretty as the others he's had. He keeps his arm around me the whole time. They're all waiting for news, but everyone is pretty happy that Peeta seems better.

"Now he really needs to save his girl, though," Lonard Blaney says. "Since you've managed to win Delly away."

I make a disgusted face, since I know that's exactly what Peeta would do at the suggestion. They laugh, and I'm accepted.

Partway through literature (since we're so near the end of the school year, we are just reading the short poetry of the Great Gathering), Mr. Durigan makes an announcement on the intercom that Katniss has woken up and seems to be all right, and that Peeta is taking care of her now. Clay Geisler waggles his eyebrows suggestively and says, "I'll bet he's taking care of her." He clarifies this subtle sentiment by jerking his hips around in the chair.

"Classy, Geisler," Izzarel says. "Very classy."

"Enough of that," Mrs. Hudock says. "And since you're feeling so passionate, Mr. Geisler, I think you should be the one to recite this lovely poem from Pippa Callahan."

We all get a giggle from this, as the poem is a paean to Pippa Callahan's lover, fixating lovingly on each of his various body parts in a series of linked haikus. The poetic comparisons apparently refer to great artworks before the catastrophes, sinking into memory as each of his caresses have sunk into her mind. "Colossal David" gets the biggest laugh, especially when Mrs. Hudock brings up a picture of the sunken statue.

The laugh fades away when we all glance at Peeta's chair, expecting him to make one of his usual string of comments, probably making fun of himself somehow, or maybe finding a way to let Clay off the hook without teasing him.

Mrs. Hudock sighs and goes back to class, talking about the way the poets of the Gathering often eulogized their homelands through poems to lost lovers who were almost certainly allegories. I wonder, if I were forced out of District Twelve, how I would make it a lover. I don't think Twelve would be the romantic type, and I doubt it would ever send me roses. It probably wouldn't even make a show of putting its arm around me in front of the rest of the wrestling team. It might, however, run straight into a murderous trap and bleed from its head for a day to save my life.

Mrs. Hudock notices that I'm distracted and asks why, and that's how all of us end up assigned to write poems about District Twelve as a lover, though we are forbidden to use imagery from the Games ("I don't want to read the same poem fifteen times," she says, then quietly corrects herself to "Fourteen.") Whether she's forgotten that we're not supposed to have homework or just knows that we need distraction, I'm not sure.

"So you were thinking of Katniss as your lover?" Ed says later, while I'm working on my assignment on the kneading table while he frosts cookies. "Is there something you want to tell me, Delilah?"

"What can I say? Peeta and I always did have a lot in common." I shrug. "It's just, if you could personify District Twelve as anything, it would pretty much be Katniss. Town and Seam, Hob and Square. And she doesn't waste a lot of time being sentimental. She just does things. Isn't that pretty much District Twelve?"

"That's very deep," Ed says. "But I think you should choose a virile baker." He poses absurdly. "What says District Twelve more than racks of bread that we can't afford to eat?"

I consider this. "That's not bad." After doodling around with the image for a while, I say, "Is that what you're going to do? Be a baker like your dad?"

"I don't know. I wasn't going to. Peeta was the one who wanted to bake. But he's not going to need to work when he comes home, so someone will have to take the place over."

"What did you want to do?"

"It's not like there are a lot of choices. I thought about working the mines, but when I went down to apply, I got called... well, the nicest thing was 'poser.' So I figured I'd do something else."

"Like what?"

"I like building things, but who can afford to build anything? And there are already a bunch of empty houses for people to move into."

"Maybe you could have a hardware store," I suggest. "Lots of people try to fix things themselves so it's cheaper, and we haven't had a hardware store since Mr. Fisher died."

"It's a thought. What about you? Are you called to the shoe trade?"

At that, I realize it's an absurd question. None of us can exactly rush off and do whatever we'd like to. Shopkeepers' kids inherit shops and work in other shops until the time of inheritance. Seam kids go to work in the mines or the mine offices. Now and then, someone can break out and be a teacher or work in the Community Home, but mostly, there's not a lot of wiggle room. I sigh dramatically and say, "Maybe I'll be the greatest poet in the history of District Twelve." As, to the best of my knowledge, I would be the only poet in the history of District Twelve, I might actually accomplish this, no matter how bad I am.

"Yeah," Ed says. "Coal is black and blood is red, Twelve's a trap, and then you're dead."

"It's a classic," I tell him. "People will study it for centuries."

By the time mandatory viewing starts, I've at least managed to get a concept (Ed going down to the mine and being called a "poser" is the basic idea), though my hopes of becoming a poet are more or less shattered by my total inability to not feel ridiculously pretentious with every word I write. Ed and I watch in the bakery.

They show Katniss waking up as Peeta strokes her cheek, but a voiceover covers most of what they're saying until Katniss abruptly squeezes her eyes shut against tears.

"What is it?" Peeta asks. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

She is obviously in a lot of pain, but I don't think Peeta believes any more than the rest of us that it's coming from the cut on her head. She just says in a choked, childlike voice, "I want to go home, Peeta."

"You will, I promise."

"I want to go home now," she elaborates.

He looks at her not with the tenderness of a romance, but with real, honest compassion. I have seen this expression. It was the expression he wore when he first took tesserae grain to Abilene Arley, a sick old woman who lives--lived--in a shack near the mines. I went with him. We took the tesserae to help people, but I don't think we really knew until he went in how far beyond food the need went. I wanted to leave, but Peeta go this look on his face and sat down, and talked to the lonely woman for two hours. I think it did her a lot more good than the wretched grain ever would.

To Katniss, he says, "Tell you what. You go back to sleep and dream of home. And you'll be there for real before you know it. Okay?" He smiles.

Katniss returns his smile, and the look she gives him is so surprising coming from her that at first I don't recognize it. It is a kind of slow-blinking, affectionate gaze, not burning with passion, but warm with... trust. She trusts him. I suppose she must have trusted other people--I don't know her very well--but I've certainly never seen her look this way before. She goes to sleep with him on guard, and he caresses her head, keeping a lazy watch on the cave entrance.

This little conversation has apparently set the fuse on an explosion of interest in the rustic life of District Twelve from the Capitol fans. Jewelers have been furiously making necklaces and bracelets from coal slag (most likely just setting it in place of more precious stones in pre-existing settings, then charging the same for it), and salons are featuring, for their more daring customers, a "natural" hairstyle like Katniss's. For a bit extra, you can have genuine coal dust applied artfully to your brow and cheekbones. A girl so decorated goes into poetic ecstasies about the simple, true life of District Twelve, where she understands that trees often grow without having been planted. She doesn't look like she entirely believes such a fanciful notion.

There is more re-cap coverage of Cato and Thresh's day. Ignoring the rain, they have been attacking each other across the raging creek all day, using rocks and anything else they feel they can spare before close combat. They show Thresh's escape from the narrow ravine, where he let go and let the water carry him where it would. It almost threw him directly into Cato, but at the last minute, a current took him to the other side. At the edge of the drop, Finch is wandering, looking lost. Her blanket is wrapped around her, but is already in tatters from the rain. Her lips are bluish. The doctor reports that the condition of her mind may be somewhat precarious, given days without proper nourishment, and the likelihood that she's developing a respiratory infection.

"Will she outlast Cato and Thresh?" Claudius asks.

"It depends on too many factors. And right now, the two in the best position are Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen, ironically."

This, of course, is a segue back to a live shot of the cave, where Katniss has woken up and they are eating the last of their stored food and wondering whether or not Thresh found a "bread bush" down in the fields, since he seems better fed than he was at the beginning of the games. Katniss seems vaguely annoyed that Peeta didn't go down into the field and risk muttations and attacks just to find out, but doesn't say anything until Peeta wonders what they'd need to do for Haymitch to send them bread.

Ed snorts and says, "Take a guess, Peeta."

I look up from my notebook, where I've been noodling around with rhymes for dim. "What?"

"What are the sponsors eating up, Delly? What do you think they want to see?"

"Oh," I say. "Oh."

He shrugs. "Well, probably not quite oh far, but they're not tuning in to see an argument about a bread bush."

Which is just as well, as the argument has now shifted away from bread bushes to the more meaningful question of her forcibly drugging him. He is not happy with it. As far as I'm concerned, he can be unhappy with it until the day he dies at a ripe old age surrounded by his great-grandchildren, and I won't care a bit. Katniss agrees with me on this--she tells him it was the right thing to do--and I assume that the entirety of District Twelve agrees with both of us.

"Don't die for me," Peeta says, squeezing her hand. "You won't be doing me any favors, all right?"

Katniss starts a speech that sounds rehearsed, like she had it written in her head for just such an occasion, but she starts to stumble, and a panicked look comes into her eyes. She is hyperventilating.

"What the hell--?" Ed says.

She tries to cut the whole thing off by bringing up obviously fabricated orders from Haymitch, but she is shaking, and he pulls her to him and kisses her.

I've seen a good number of kisses. People in school more or less treat you like an unbearable prude if you look askance when they fondle each other in the halls. But I've never seen one like this. This isn't a public display of affection. This is a no-holds-barred kiss, and Katniss seems to be almost melting into it. I avert my eyes, because I feel like this is none of my business.

Then I hear him say that her wound is bleeding again.

"Well, we're not going to need the analysts for that one!" Claudius says, obviously amused as they cut back to the studio. "I think everyone can see for themselves!" He shows the kiss in slow motion, Katniss's eyes slipping shut, Peeta's hand buried under her hair. He gets another angle on it, then a third (this one an odd one from the mouth of the cave, where a camera seems to be planted under a sheltering rock). They go back a live shot of him carefully settling her down and pressing against the bandage.

The coverage lingers, obviously hoping for more substantial affection, but the best they get is him decreeing that her socks are dry enough to put on. They switch to Finch, who has been trying to catch fish, but is too weak to stand in the current. She is swept to the bank. A mutt fish of some kind takes a nip at her, but she manages to roll away. Ed speculates that they are deliberately starving her to death because she has refused to play the more violent games. I don't argue. Cato and Thresh have both given up their long distance sniping, and are looking for dry places to stay, as both of their previous camps are now under water.

This must all be very dull for the Capitol, because coverage returns to the studio, where the sweep of the Games is analyzed, along with all of the actions of the remaining tributes. Possibly because he now has a chance of surviving, they focus on Peeta's killing of the girl from District Eight. I hope that her parents aren't watching, or if they are, that they can see that Peeta didn't want to kill her. Everyone in District Twelve can see it, but we know him. We know he wouldn't have killed her if she hadn't been in unbearable pain. But if anyone has said that to reporters, it hasn't been aired, and Claudius just marvels at his precise knife-work.

The lights flicker and the television goes out. I look at Ed, who is standing beside the bakery's fuse box. "What a shame," he says dryly. "Power went out."

Mr. Mellark comes down to fix it, though I notice he's in no hurry. It's half an hour before we get the power back, and now they're in District Two, talking with a teacher of Cato's. We sit out the rest of it (Peeta and Katniss have curled up in a sleeping bag), then Ed walks me home. We stop just short of my front steps. He puts his hand on my face and says, "I can't promise any slow motion re-caps and national analysis."

"There'd better not be," I say, and he kisses me. His hand rests on the curve of my waist, his thumb skimming the bottom of my breast. I don't melt, but it is nice. I go inside. I have a feeling I won't dream about the mine tonight, and I don't.

The next day continues rainy in the arena, and I am cold watching it in the Mellarks' living room. I'm sitting on the floor, leaning on Ed's leg as he strokes my hair. Jonadab and Sarey are cuddling on the couch, wrapped in a knit blanket. Mrs. Mellark is in a wing chair. Mr. Mellark is watching down in the bakery today.

The Gamemakers are throwing various mutts at Thresh and Cato, trying to break the balance of power, which has been made worse by Cato's winning of his backpack, which contains body armor. Now, they can bash at each other indefinitely without either of them ending the fight. Finch steals meat that Cato has killed, but it's raw and there's something wrong with it, because she sicks it up again. Her mentor is invited into Claudius's studio, where he talks about her family and her sickly father, and says that she just needs something clean and bland to eat. At this point, almost anything will be astronomically expensive.

They show Thresh briefly, seeking shelter in a nook in the rock, but he sees Finch sleeping--or unconscious--there. He holds up the machete he is now wielding, but lowers it and moves along. I don't know if it's compassion or honor or just a desire to not waste energy and risk her screams alerting Cato when she is obviously dying already. The commentary is quick to stress the last.

Peeta and Katniss have slept the day away, and she apparently decides they need to do something more interesting, so she asks him to tell her when he started liking her. He starts to tell her about our first day of school, which I remember a bit of. I was late, but I saw him talking with his dad, who pointed out a little girl in braids. I didn't hear what they said. Now, I find out that Mr. Mellark was sharing emotional details of his past life with Mrs. Everdeen.

Mrs. Mellark stands up and walks down the hall. I hear the bedroom door slam.

"Maybe we should go home and get the guest room ready for him," Sarey says tentatively.

"No," Jonadab says. "Dad's on his own with this one."

We watch quietly. While this little storytelling session is causing tension here, it brings a lot of joy to Katniss and Peeta, as some generous sponsor sends them a full picnic basket. I hope they'll leave a little of it somewhere that Finch can reach it, then I remember that I can't hope for Finch and my friend. So I hope that Peeta never finds out that she is nearby starving.

He and Katniss get a little giddy over the food, though they are careful to eat in small portions. To distract herself, as far as I can tell, Katniss asks Peeta if he ever noticed any other girls. I expect him to lie--to say that of course there was never anyone. This could be disastrous, since I've already given Cressida Jemima Kingery, and that would reveal the lie. But Peeta's better than that and just says that he noticed all the girls, but only Katniss ever stuck with him. This is mostly true. I talked him through any number of crushes, but he always returned to her between them. This is actually an interesting conversation, at least of the sort that interests the Capitol, but very suddenly, the coverage cuts away.

The ravine down near the Cornucopia has filled, and become a raging river for a short way. It's overflowing its banks.

And Thresh and Cato are battling through the storm, sword against machete.

"Only seconds ago," Claudius tells us breathlessly, "Cato caught up with the Thresh when both of them were forced away from the low ground. Finch has also been forced from her shelter." The camera briefly shows her, too soaked and weak to walk, crawling toward the Cornucopia. Maybe she means to shelter in it again. If so, she may not make it. Her sense of direction seems skewed, and she is crawling in what looks like clumsy loops.

So far, neither boy has noticed her. The clang of metal on metal rings out above the rain.

There is no need for narration. Claudius remains silent. The boys fight furiously at the edge of what was once the drop, and is now the river. Thresh has the upper hand. Cato's strong, but Thresh is stronger. The object is obvious--one of them will have to push the other into the river. Otherwise, the body armor will keep them at a stalemate all night. Neither of them looks in the mood for a stalemate.

"This is it," Cato says. "You die right now."

Thresh doesn't bother with threats. He pushes Cato back.

There is a groan. Thresh looks back involuntarily, and Cato strikes him with the flat of his sword, sending him skidding in the wet grass. Thresh keeps his head about him and blocks the blow that follows, sweeping the handle of the machete at Cato's knees. Cato crumbles to the ground, but the grass is too slippery for Thresh to get up and finish him.

Cato scrambles backward.

And runs directly into Finch, who is at the apex of one of her crazy loops.

Cato raises his sword.

From nowhere, Thresh is on him, knocking him into the mud. "Let her go," he says. "She's as good as dead. You don't need to waste your time on her."

Finch sits back on her heels and looks at him, her eyes wide in her too-thin face.

"You in this to win, or save skinny little girls?" Cato asks, pulling away. He manages to gain his feet, and raises his sword sideways, like he's going to swing it in a circle and cut Finch.

"Yeah, big man," Thresh says, moving in to block the blow. "Killing a dying girl."

Only that's not Cato's plan. He waits for Thresh to get close enough to block, then viciously swings the sword handle at him, catching him in the face, leaving a dent like the one Thresh himself left on Clove's head. With a grimace full of hate he pushes Thresh into the water.

We hear the cannon. I don't know if they can hear it in the arena.

What Cato definitely doesn't hear is Finch. Shaking, she has risen to her feet. She launches herself at him like a missile, hitting him squarely in the small of his back, knocking him off balance.

He goes over the edge and into the water.

Finch's eyes widen even more. She retches, but there is nothing for her to throw up. She falls to the ground and starts screaming, the rain pouring into her mouth.

They go back to the studio. "I think our clever girl has gotten farthest anyone has without making a kill," Claudius says thoughtfully. "She seems troubled by it." He presses against his earpiece. "No, wait. We are still receiving vital signs from Cato's tracker. Yes, yes. Here he is." The cameras on the river return. Cato is climbing up the far bank, looking stunned.

Finch is still crawling away, crawling for the woods, moaning to herself, batting at her ears. I want them to take the cameras off of her and let her deal with this. Of course, they don't. For once, they've found something more interesting than Katniss and Peeta and their romantic life. Now, they have a teenage girl going insane on national television. They must be thinking of Annie Cresta again. There was a mad girl rage after her games, with movies and books about teenage girls driven to the brink of insanity. (Unlike Annie, they all found their way back to being cheerful, chipper Capitol girls again.) I hide my face, wanting it to be over.

After a while, they switch to Cato tending his wounds, then back to Katniss and Peeta, who have obviously learned about Thresh's death. Katniss looks broken by it. Peeta makes her go to sleep and takes a watch. He holds her knife at the ready. The anthem plays, and they re-play Thresh's death lovingly. It's the first they've had in a few days, and they make the most of it. Now, they manage to go to District Eleven, where they interview several Peacekeepers who say Thresh was an honorable young citizen of Panem.

Mandatory viewing ends.

I go home.

The next day is Saturday, so there is no school. Leontius Bidwell is reporting again. I watch morning coverage from my room as Katniss and Peeta first manage a kiss, then have some fun teasing Effie Trinket (I try to imagine her being someone a person might tease, and fail). Then they go hunting. Peeta has never been terribly graceful and knows nothing about surviving in the woods (in that manner, he's never grown very far from the little boy who got lost in the town park). Katniss sends him gathering while she hunts. She is obviously extremely irritated with his inability to walk as quietly as she does. I think we're seeing a little bit of cabin fever, as much as anything else. She teaches him Rue's mockingjay call to keep in contact.

Cato is being attacked by either a mutt or a very large bird of prey. Finch has found Peeta and Katniss's cave, and is carefully following them down the river. The camera focuses on her closely. A lip-reader says that she is repeating the word "Killer" over and over.

Peeta is gathering leaves and berries carefully, not eating them, but not looking very concerned about it. I assume he means to ask Katniss about them. He leaves the food in a pile on the sheet of plastic that was sheltering Katniss in the cave and goes to get more.

"Let's hope he doesn't decide to snack before meeting up with her," Bidwell says. "The berries he picked, he undoubtedly thinks are the huckleberries that Katniss has brought him in the past, but these are nightlock berries--almost instantly deadly if eaten."

I sit up straight. Peeta is gathering death innocently at the side of the stream.

They cut back to the sheet of plastic, and I wonder why until I see the leaves rustle. Finch grabs a piece of cheese that Peeta and Katniss had saved for lunch. She gobbles it down, wild-eyed, then pauses, looking like she expects it to come back up. Then she starts muttering, "Killer," again, and absently grabs a handful of the nightlock berries.

Katniss whistles to the mockingjays, but Peeta doesn't react. The commentators suggest that he can't hear it. In a panic, Katniss runs back to the meeting place, her eyes wildly searching the forest. In the corner of the screen, they play footage of her doing the same thing when she lost track of Rue. He does finally come, his hands full of berries, and she starts screaming at him.

We can hear her yelling at Peeta in the background, but the audio isn't focused on them. It's Bidwell, saying, "Finch has passed these up before, but with her infection and starvation, she may have failed to recognize them, especially as she saw Peeta gathering them."

Finch sniffs the berries. She tries to eat one, but misses her mouth and smashes it into red pulp on her upper lip. She looks at the juice on her fingers.

Then she forces the full handful of berries into her mouth, chews, and falls to the ground.

The cannon booms.

The kill goes into Peeta's column, his second. He looks stunned by it. But now, their only enemy left is Cato--wounded and hunted on the far side of the arena. The Gamemakers will have to do something to force them together.

Katniss arms herself with the remaining berries, putting them into a leather sack. It's the coldest thing I've seen her do. I don't think she'll go through with trying to poison Cato, though she obviously thinks she will. She and Peeta head back down the river to the cave after a brief lunch, and Cato tests out his ankle, which he turned in the fall into the river. It seems fine.

The commentators return.

I slip back into bed, thinking about Finch, and the way she looked at the berry juice on her fingers, muttering "Killer" to no one at all. And I think of the stunned, disbelieving look on Peeta's face when Katniss told him what happened. I wonder if, when he comes home, he will be muttering and mad. I think of it, think of how much this will change him, and I start to cry.

I am still crying when I fall asleep.

I dream again of the mine, and the chamber beneath the mountain, and I know where Peeta is, but he's guarded now by the two girls--Finch and the girl from District Eight. I plead with them to let me in before he disappears, but they refuse. Finch is carrying a spear wound round with berry vines, and the girl from District Eight has Cato's sword. They are crossed against me.

"He's safe here," Finch says. "Don't you trust us, after all he did for us?" She laughs, berry juice running down her face and hands, and the strangled, mad sound of it follows me as I wildly run for the daylight.
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sonetka From: sonetka Date: December 9th, 2012 08:32 am (UTC) (Link)
This is great -- I wish to heaven you could get something from your fic besides praise, because your writing is so good. And poor Finch -- despite Katniss' (doubtless justified) mistrust of her, I have to say I felt for her in the book and this just makes the sympathy stronger. If Katniss is what I'd like to be in the arena, Finch is more like what I really would be -- if I were lucky. I imagine the same goes for a lot of people who are bigger on reading than archery :).
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 9th, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm not sure how good an ally she'd have made even if she were trustworthy (her methods worked best for a person alone), but yeah--she is definitely more what the rest of us would be like.
shortysc22 From: shortysc22 Date: December 9th, 2012 08:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm loving the budding relationship of Delly and Edder and how throughout all of this is the Hunger Games. Another great chapter and I hope for more Prim and Gale in the next chapter.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 9th, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
They're coming. :D

I thought it would be good to contrast a more or less regular romance against the staged and over-wrought (though, at base, very real) romance between Katniss and Peeta.
shortysc22 From: shortysc22 Date: December 9th, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
The worst part of Edder and Delly is knowing that it will eventually end :(
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 10th, 2012 12:02 am (UTC) (Link)
And how.
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