[This is the moment. The chance to strike. Whoever draws first blood here can't be blamed. They can finish what they started in the Arena. The two of them to the death. All it will take is the throw of a knife. She is sure she can hit the heart. ...And she knows Katniss would have time to fire her arrow and kill her.
That would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? Perfect symmetry. They both deserve it.
But her hand will not rise to throw the knife. She can finally speak, though. It's a hollow sound, strained and almost tired.]
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That would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? Perfect symmetry. They both deserve it.
But her hand will not rise to throw the knife. She can finally speak, though. It's a hollow sound, strained and almost tired.]
District Twelve.