[But she is, she thinks. She's here so very alone. Clove and Cato are the only ones here who know what it's like. Who know what the Hunger Games are like. How terrifying it is to be trapped in an arena with twenty-three other children, all of whom want you dead so they can instead be the one to go home. To have fires and mutts and all sorts of deadly creatures attack you.
All for the sake of entertainment. All for nothing.
And even with Clove and Cato here, they don't get it. Not completely. Not like she does. They're Careers. Born and raised to achieve glory in the Games. It's different for them. She doubts either would really understand the nightmares she suffers through every night.
New tears well up in her eyes at Sabriel's rejection, however kind it's meant to be. She only wants it gone. The memories of Peeta being here. Another pain on top of an already long, long list.]
I don't care if it changes me. [She says it in a small voice.] It doesn't matter. I haven't gotten to be me in a long time, anyway.
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All for the sake of entertainment. All for nothing.
And even with Clove and Cato here, they don't get it. Not completely. Not like she does. They're Careers. Born and raised to achieve glory in the Games. It's different for them. She doubts either would really understand the nightmares she suffers through every night.
New tears well up in her eyes at Sabriel's rejection, however kind it's meant to be. She only wants it gone. The memories of Peeta being here. Another pain on top of an already long, long list.]
I don't care if it changes me. [She says it in a small voice.] It doesn't matter. I haven't gotten to be me in a long time, anyway.