Looking at the picture of her husband and daughter, Clove knows she has to ask. She will scream when District Twelve tells her. Or, worse, cry. What never happpened makes her sick. Four tributes-- battered by rain-- dueled to the death on top of the slick Cornucopia, giant dog muttations trying to leap up to drag any of them down by the ankle.
Between District Twelve's arrows and Lover Boy's temporary gain of his sword... Cato had almost been killed.
So she has to know. She needs to hear it from District Twelve. The kid was dead before it happened, and Clove wouldn't let Lover Boy tell her even if he tried. It has to be District Twelve, the eleven, the girl on fire. Only her voice will be accepted as the truth.
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Looking at the picture of her husband and daughter, Clove knows she has to ask. She will scream when District Twelve tells her. Or, worse, cry. What never happpened makes her sick. Four tributes-- battered by rain-- dueled to the death on top of the slick Cornucopia, giant dog muttations trying to leap up to drag any of them down by the ankle.
Between District Twelve's arrows and Lover Boy's temporary gain of his sword... Cato had almost been killed.
So she has to know. She needs to hear it from District Twelve. The kid was dead before it happened, and Clove wouldn't let Lover Boy tell her even if he tried. It has to be District Twelve, the eleven, the girl on fire. Only her voice will be accepted as the truth.
She needs to know.]
How did Cato die?