She takes the coins Haymitch slips her and lets out a breath, running her finger over the raised letters on a coin and blinking hard at the tears threatening to rise. Gale's a damned good worker, or he was, before his back was carved raw and bloody from Thread's lash. Now she's not sure he'll survive the night. The oppression of the Capitol has always been condemned in undertones and double-meanings at the edges of seedy bars, but she's never seen such outright brutality before. Maybe it's time she joined the rebellion after all. Her footsteps fade in the snow.
