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It's quite a stretch. Effie Trinket, rebel. But I don't want Coin killing her, so I make a mental note to present<br />
her that way if asked. "I guess it's good Plutarch kidnapped you three after all."<br />
"We're the only prep team still alive. And all the stylists from the Quarter Quell are dead," says Venia. She<br />
doesn't say who specifically killed them. I'm beginning to wonder if it matters. She gingerly takes one of my<br />
scarred hands and holds it out for inspection. "Now, what do you think for the nails? Red or maybe a jet black?"<br />
Flavius performs some beauty miracle on my hair, managing to even out the front while getting some of the<br />
longer locks to hide the bald spots in the back. My face, since it was spared from the flames, presents no more<br />
than the usual challenges. Once I'm in Cinna's <strong>Mocking</strong>jay suit, the only scars visible are on my neck, forearms,<br />
and hands. Octavia secures my <strong>Mocking</strong>jay pin over my heart and we step back to look in the mirror. I can't<br />
believe how normal they've made me look on the outside when inwardly I'm such a wasteland.<br />
There's a tap at the door and Gale steps in. "Can I have a minute?" he asks. In the mirror, I watch my prep<br />
team. Unsure of where to go, they bump into one another a few times and then closet themselves in the<br />
bathroom. Gale comes up behind me and we examine each other's reflection. I'm searching for something to<br />
hang on to, some sign of the girl and boy who met by chance in the woods five years ago and became<br />
inseparable. I'm wondering what would have happened to them if the Hunger Games had not reaped the girl. If<br />
she would have fallen in love with the boy, married him even. And sometime in the future, when the brothers and<br />
sisters had been raised up, escaped with him into the woods and left 12 behind forever. Would they have been<br />
happy, out in the wild, or would the dark, twisted sadness between them have grown up even without the<br />
Capitol's help?<br />
"I brought you this." Gale holds up a sheath. When I take it, I notice it holds a single, ordinary arrow. "It's<br />
supposed to be symbolic. You firing the last shot of the war."<br />
"What if I miss?" I say. "Does Coin retrieve it and bring it back to me? Or just shoot Snow through the head<br />
herself?"<br />
"You won't miss." Gale adjusts the sheath on my shoulder.<br />
We stand there, face-to-face, not meeting each other's eyes. "You didn't come see me in the hospital." He<br />
doesn't answer, so finally I just say it. "Was it your bomb?"<br />
"I don't know. Neither does Beetee," he says. "Does it matter? You'll always be thinking about it."<br />
He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it's true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel<br />
the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.<br />
"That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family," he says. "Shoot straight, okay?" He<br />
touches my cheek and leaves. I want to call him back and tell him that I was wrong. That I'll figure out a way to<br />
make peace with this. To remember the circumstances under which he created the bomb. Take into account my<br />
own inexcusable crimes. Dig up the truth about who dropped the parachutes. Prove it wasn't the rebels. Forgive<br />
him. But since I can't, I'll just have to deal with the pain.<br />
Effie comes in to usher me to some kind of meeting. I collect my bow and at the last minute remember the<br />
rose, glistening in its glass of water. When I open the door to the bathroom, I find my prep team sitting in a row on<br />
the edge of the tub, hunched and defeated. I remember I'm not the only one whose world has been stripped<br />
away. "Come on," I tell them. "We've got an audience waiting."<br />
I'm expecting a production meeting in which Plutarch instructs me where to stand and gives me my cue for<br />
shooting Snow. Instead, I find myself sent into a room where six people sit around a table. Peeta, Johanna,<br />
Beetee, Haymitch, Annie, and Enobaria. They all wear the gray rebel uniforms from 13. No one looks particularly<br />
well. "What's this?" I say.<br />
"We're not sure," Haymitch answers. "It appears to be a gathering of the remaining victors."<br />
"We're all that's left?" I ask.<br />
"The price of celebrity," says Beetee. "We were targeted from both sides. The Capitol killed the victors<br />
they suspected of being rebels. The rebels killed those thought to be allied with the Capitol."<br />
Johanna scowls at Enobaria. "So what's she doing here?"<br />
"She is protected under what we call the <strong>Mocking</strong>jay Deal," says Coin as she enters behind me. "Wherein<br />
Katniss Everdeen agreed to support the rebels in exchange for captured victors' immunity. Katniss has upheld<br />
her side of the bargain, and so shall we."<br />
Enobaria smiles at Johanna. "Don't look so smug," says Johanna. "We'll kill you anyway."<br />
"Sit down, please, Katniss," says Coin, closing the door. I take a seat between Annie and Beetee, carefully<br />
placing Snow's rose on the table. As usual, Coin gets right to the point. "I've asked you here to settle a debate.