I have to live up to her. I have to live up to her.
Frantically swinging the axe like a maniac, acting completely like a desperate tribute, Gloss frantically swung the weapon around him until he was dizzy.
Cashmere was probably laughing her head off right now. She was probably thinking of how her fraternal twin could never do just as good as her. And it was probably true.
Two down, three more to go, Gloss thought, as he looked down at the victims of District 8, who had attempted to pair up as allies.
He should have seen it coming, two years ago. When Cashmere came home, victor of the 66th Hunger Games.
Because the Capitol is stupid. Because they rig the stupid reaping.
And now, two years later, he's standing the the lush, rainforest-themed arena of the 68th Hunger Games.
It was like life had taken a swing at him, and decided to come right back and punch him.
Did his sister feel like this then? Picking off the 23 other tributes she'd been reaped with?
And the Capitol was probably having a riot as well. Cashmere's brother, will he succeed?
Was it fair? No. Did they have any right to cart off his sister to the Capitol? No. Were they justified in reaping him as well? No.
But it doesn't matter. Because life isn't fair.