A/N: Well, once again I have to apologize for our tardiness... At least this was two weeks instead of two months. Anyway, thanks to everyone that reviewed. You have convinced us to continue the story! Thanks most especially to katlinaaragon and ilovhungergames. You guys are great.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 14: Krazy Katniss plays on thin ice

"Katniss!"

Prim's calling my name. I groan and roll over. I try to cover my head with my blanket. Maybe if I pretend like I'm sick my mom won't make me go to school. I certainly feel a little sick. And nauseous.

"Katniss, help!"

That's not right. Why does Prim need my help? She sounds scared…really scared. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are too heavy. I struggle against unconsciousness because Prim's still screaming my name.

"I'm coming, Prim," I choke out. My eyes snap open, and everything's white. I wonder for a second if I'm dead, but then I remember where I am. I am in the Hunger Games. I just blew up the Careers' supplies. I passed out after watching a girl die.

And most importantly, Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

I scramble to my hand and knees. The world spins, but it starts to come into focus. I see trees like shadows against the white snow. I look around, searching for the source of my name. Was it Liam? Was it Peeta?

"Katniss!"

Rue.

I grab onto the tree next to me and pull myself to my feet. Where is she? I'm no longer feeling drugged; I'm on the alert, ready to run in the direction of her voice. I run deeper into the forest, desperate to find her.

"Katniss, help!"

I spin around, trying to find the direction of her voice, and my foot catches on a tree branch. I hit the ground hard. The cold snow burns. I try to stand, but I hear shouts all around me. I slam my face down into the ground hoping whoever it is doesn't see me. Maybe my parka blends in enough with the snow…

"I think she's this way!" someone shouts…I think it's Cato.

"Hurry!" someone else shouts. Marvel, I think.

"Split up! We'll surround her!" Clove shouts. Her voice turns my stomach to ice. If she's okay and ready to hunt tributes, that means Peeta must be dying or at least injured. For all I know, his cannon could have gone off while I was unconscious.

I hold my breath. I can hear their feet crunching again the snow, and it's getting louder and louder.

And then they're right on top of me.

I feel three pairs of feet hit my back, and they're gone.

I prop myself up on my elbows, and I can't stop the smile from stretching across my face. How lucky am I…

And then I remember that they're running towards Rue, and every second I just lay here gives them a head start.

I jump to my feet and run as hard as I can towards her voice. If they get to her first, they'll kill her and then probably me. For a second, I can't separate Rue from Prim in my mind. Right now, they are the same person, and I would be willing to do anything for either of them.

"Rue!" I yell. "Rue, I'm coming!" Maybe they'll hear me and come for me instead.

"Katniss!" she calls back.

Her voice is clear now. I'm close. I keep running. I can see a clearing filled with snow. I hear cheering and laughing. The Careers are here too.

I break through the trees and stumble into the clearing at the same time as the three Careers. Rue is in the middle of the clearing, nearly lying flat on the ground. She looks at me, panic in her eyes. "Careful, Katniss!" she says.

I have enough sense to stop running towards her when she says this, but unfortunately, Marvel does not. He lumbers forward, spear raised, and his foot immediately disappears into the snow all the way up to his thigh. Panic lights up in his eyes. The ground before him splits open, and I immediately know why Rue told me to be careful.

We are standing at the edge of a frozen pond.

"Help!" Marvel calls out. Cracks are appearing all around him, and he slips below the surface of the water. His hands shoot up towards the surface, reaching for his friends, but Cato and Clove don't move. They remain hidden in the trees about one hundred feet away from me.

I was so busy watching Marvel that I didn't even notice the cracks moving towards Rue. They encircle her, and I know it's too late. I scream her name once, and she drops into the water, out of sight.

Suddenly, both of them are gone, leaving nothing but ripples on the surface. I pray that Rue will pop back up to the surface, but I tell myself it's impossible. She lived in District Eleven, which is totally landlocked. How would she know how to swim?

Without thinking, I throw aside my bow and arrow and my backpack, and I run for the hole in the ice. I know this is stupid, and I know instinctively that trying to save her is futile, but I do it anyway. I dive right through the hole.

I can hardly breathe. This is nothing like swimming in the small pond in the forest with my dad. The water is so cold that I can think of nothing else. My muscles lock up, and I turn to dead weight. My body wants to do nothing more than to hyperventilate or at least take a breath, but I know I can't. I force myself to dive deep into the water. I can't see anything, but I know Rue must be down here. I search the bottom for a body…for anything.

Something grabs onto me, and I'm dragged down several feet. I scream, stupidly releasing what air I had left and taking in a mouthful of ice cold water. Marvel's face is suddenly inches from mine. His hands clamp around my neck, and we both start sinking lower and lower. I can see in his eyes that he's given up, but he's determined that I'll drown with him. I thrash in his grasp, but I can feel myself growing weaker. A trail of bubbles leaves my lips. My eyes flutter shut against my will, and my body goes limp. For some reason, I find myself reaching in my jacket, and then there's a knife in my hand. I swipe at him with it. I can't see where it hits, but he releases me and sinks into the darkness. A cloud of blood fills the water around me. I hear a muffled cannon. And then another.

My lungs are screaming for air, my heart begs for me to keep looking for Rue, but my brain says she's dead. She's dead. My lungs and brain win, and I surge towards the surface. The hole in the ice seems like it's miles away, and the muscles in my arms turn to lead. But somehow I break the surface. I gasp for air, and my mind swirls. I drag myself onto the ice and army crawl over to the bank.

Cato and Clove are still waiting on the other side of the clearing. I scream for them to go away, but they don't. I grab my bow and shoot an arrow in their direction. They disappear into the trees, but I am not afraid of them right now. I am not afraid of anything right now.

I crawl forward a few inches towards the terrible crack in the ice that swallowed Rue whole. I slam my fist down on the ice, but it does not break. I let out a choked sob and call her name. Rue? Of course, she cannot respond, but I imagine her asking me a thousand questions. Did you blow up the food? Did you destroy their cave? Are you okay? Is Liam okay? I want to tell her that I am okay and that I did destroy it all their supplies and that I will find Liam and see if he's okay, but I can't. Because she drowned. Because I let her drown.

I slam my fists down on the ice again. "Rue, I'm sorry," I choke out. "I'm so sorry." There are tears spilling down my face, and I'm surprised they don't freeze on my face like ice crystals. "You didn't deserve to die," I whisper. "You didn't deserve this."

And then I cry. I completely collapse, losing myself in my grief. My sobs echo in the empty forest.

I don't know how long I stay like that, but eventually, I cry myself dry. I crawl over towards a larger snow bank. I need to do something. I need to show the Capitol what they did. I need them to feel responsible. I start piling snow until it's nearly as tall as I am. I shape it carefully into a pillar. I snap some branches off of a tree, and I write RUE on the pillar with them. It will be like a monument for her every time another tribute walks by.

I stand and look at the sky. "Goodbye, Rue," I say, and I kiss the three fingers on my left hand, saluting her.

I turn abruptly, grabbing my supplies, and walk into the forest. I need to get as far away as I can. I realize quickly that I am lost. I don't know where the mountain is or where the tracker jacker tree is. Liam could be there waiting for us…

Sunset comes quickly, and I choose a tree at random. I climb up as far as I can without breaking branches. I sit down and just stare at the sky. I can't even bring myself to eat or drink.

A young mockinjay lands on the branch next to me, and I feel almost like it's Rue coming to visit me. I quietly whistle Rue's four note melody to the bird, and it whistles back. Before I know it, the entire forest is filled with the tune. I close my eyes and hope that she can hear it wherever she is now.

I wonder if Liam will hear it and think Rue and I are fine. We most definitely are not fine, but I imagine it would be comforting for him to hear it.

In that moment I resolve to find Liam. I am going to find him, and we are going to avenge Rue's death. The Odd Squad is not done fighting.

I try to shut my eyes and fall asleep before the death recap, but I keep waking up, thinking Rue's going to be right next to me. I feel like I'll wake up tomorrow, and she'll be here, singing and gathering roots and berries. For some reason, I can't imagine being in here without her.

Just as I'm drifting off, I'm awoken by a thump on the branch next to me. I whip out the knife I used to kill Marvel- I've named him Knifey now that he's my only companion- and prepare to attack, but I realize it's not an intruder. Instead, I find a parachute. In it, there's a loaf of bread dotted with seeds. My heart drops into my boots, and I realize this is a gift from District 11. I wonder how many people had to starve to give me this. I mean, they were probably intending on giving it to Rue, but in light of recent events, they redirected it to me.

I look up in to the sky and mouth, "Thank you." I would say more, but I'm afraid I might start crying again.

The death recap appears in the sky as I eat the warm bread from 11. Rue appears in the sky with the girl from 4, the girl from 3, Glimmer, and Marvel. It's been a productive day in the eyes of the Capitol. I shut my eyes and beg myself not to cry. I curl up in the tightest ball I can manage and will my brain to go silent. I don't want to face tomorrow, but I remind myself that I will need to get up and find Liam. With that thought in mind, I drift off to sleep.

/

The whole district drops into a state of depression after they air the footage of Katniss's little ally, Rue, drowning. It's strange, how attached everyone has grown to Katniss. Every blow to her is a blow to us, so when we are forced to watch Katniss lie on the bank of a frozen pond and lose her mind over the death of a little girl, I feel it too— we all feel it.

It's particularly heartbreaking because she drowns. A little girl, so reminiscent of Prim, from a landlocked District stood no chance against the frozen water. I'm fairly certain the only reason Katniss survived the dive is because we've fallen into snow-covered ponds before while hunting. She knows what it's like to swim while freezing to death. Rue, however, did not.

Perhaps the only good thing to come from the incident was the death of one of the Careers. Every single one of them that gets wiped out is a weight off Katniss's back.

However, this blessing is also a curse. With two more tributes down, we have reached the final seven tributes, and that means only one thing: Interviews.

/

I stop at the Everdeen house before school the next morning to make sure that Mrs. Everdeen hasn't completely lost it. I don't know how long she's been dependent on alcohol because I've only been aware of her drunken fits since the beginning of the Hunger Games, so her withdrawal symptoms could be all over the board.

And, as an added treat for Mrs. Everdeen's new sobriety, I brought Prim along.

I knock forcefully on the front door to make sure she can hear me. "Mrs. Everdeen, it's Gale," I say loudly.

I could have frightened her pretty badly during my ransacking, but I feel a surprisingly small amount of guilt. I feel like she won't be able to get out of this trap if I don't shock the daylights out of her a couple times. Mrs. Everdeen is generally a straightforward person, so if I throw these things out in front of her very eyes, she'll be able to pull herself out.

The front door cracks open in front of me, and Mrs. Everdeen appears. A small smile appears on her face when she sees Prim standing behind me, though I'd imagine she must feel ashamed for being inebriated in the presence of her little daughter.

Prim slips by me and throws her arms around her mother before anything can be said. I can see the hollow guilt in Mrs. Everdeen's eyes as she lets her daughter back into the house, and it gives me a feeling that we might be on a more stable track from now on.

"Get your school things," I tell Prim as I shut the front door behind me. "We'll leave in a bit."

Prim nods, reluctantly letting her arms fall from around her mother, and starts to gather her books which she has been without for the past few days.

I turn my attention to Mrs. Everdeen after that. "How are you?" I ask her.

She looks a thousand times better than I've seen her since before the Hunger Games. Sure, there are deep bags under her slightly bloodshot eyes, but she's standing straighter, and she's less pale.

"Much better," she says with that same ghostly smile. Looking at the floor, she adds, "Thank you, Gale."

I'm not sure how to respond to her thanks, but, for some reason, I say, "No problem," even though it was a huge problem. I guess I owed both Katniss and Prim my assistance since I made the stupid decision to get drunk at that party, so I should look at the incident with Mrs. Everdeen as less of a huge nuisance in my life.

"Is it all gone?" I ask her. She knows what I'm talking about.

She nods. "All of it. You made sure of that."

For a second, I think she's being bitter about it, but then I realize that she's trying to make a joke. It's been a long time since Mrs. Everdeen made a joke with me— this might even be the first time. All these years I thought she didn't have a sense of humor, and it was there all along, hidden under the surface.

We have our private laugh, and immediately, I know that our relationship has changed from a necessary connection through Katniss to something close to respect. I'm not sure if I feel much respect for her right now, but maybe if she stops drinking, we can get to that. I know she only respects me because I dumped her alcohol, but, regardless, it puts us on the same page.

We're in survival mode until Katniss gets back.

I return us back to a more serious conversation. "Promise me you won't try anything else. No drugs, no smoking, no nothing. Okay?"

She nods. It seems resolute.

"Swear to me you won't," I say. "I won't let Prim sleep here otherwise."

"I swear, Gale," she says resolutely.

I can't help but think I'm treating her like a child, but considering the fact that a couple days ago I had to carry her to her bed while she struggled to regain consciousness, I'm feeling like she's no longer too superior to me.

"I swear, too," I add. Not sure why I say it since I wasn't considering trying other drugs, but it makes Mrs. Everdeen's promise into something more important.

Straight survival mode. That's what we're all in right now.

We stand in silence for a second until Prim has everything gathered.

/

The Capitol descends on us like an alien invasion. They arrive around the middle of the day, and a mass of color explodes around the school and pretty much the entire district. They park a big trailer in the town square specifically for interviews, and then they head out, looking for Katniss's closest family and friends.

When the interview team comes into the school and asks for Katniss's best friend, almost everyone points them in my direction. Most of the merchant kids suggest Madge. Some people naively think of Tulip, but the Capitol team is overjoyed to hear her name since she's the friend that Katniss apparently volunteered for.

We're pulled out of class after lunch. The man who comes to collect me has pink hair that looks remarkably like frosting and matching eyelashes that are at least two inches long and sparkle when he blinks. He's greatly amused when he finds that "Gale Hawthorne" isn't a female, and his voice turns provocative once he's removed me from the classroom. I tune him out easily.

I'm the last interviewee to arrive. Mrs. Everdeen, Prim, Tulip, and Madge are already awkwardly crowded in the entrance of the trailer, watching Capitol people run around, prepping cameras, crews, and makeup teams. The back of the trailer is divided by curtains into two sections- each section has a grouping of chairs with a camera facing it.

The pink-haired man introduces himself as Raphael. He smiles the whole time he debriefs us on what's about to happen, but his plastic face just seems to stretch painfully over his features. "If you'll all just hang tight here for a second, we'll be with you soon."

Immediately, I duck over to talk to the Everdeens because they're the interviews that concern me the most. Prim has sort of curled into herself, but I know she'll give sweet, honest answers to all the questions, but Mrs. Everdeen… honestly, she doesn't know much about her daughter. And she's sickly pale.

At first, I think she's already broken her promise. "Are you sober?" I ask her harshly. "You better be. These interviews are essential to get sponsors. This is extremely important to your daughter's survival."

She glances nervously over at Prim, not answering me.

"Not that daughter," I say, being unnecessarily harsh with her. "Have you forgotten that Katniss is in the Hunger Games? Have you forgotten? I haven't. I can't."

Mrs. Everdeen's eyes snap in my direction. "I am sober, Gale, and I haven't forgotten!" she whispers sharply. "I'm just uncomfortable here. I don't trust them."

My stress deflates, and I realize that I've just taken out my anxieties undeservingly on Mrs. Everdeen. "I don't trust them either," I say, calming my voice. "I just… I want to make sure we give Katniss every chance she deserves."

Mrs. Everdeen nods. "Me too. And we will."

I leave the Everdeens alone and head over to Tulip, who appears to be quietly panicking.

"Ready?" I ask her. It's like we're allied nations heading into war.

She lets out a breathy laugh. "How can I be?"

"All you have to do is lie," I say, wishing it was easier.

"Lie with what?" Tulip asks me in a frantic whisper. "I know nothing about Katniss! Literally nothing."

"Well, you can just make shit up then," I say, leaning closer to her so that only she hears. "I know too much about Katniss to lie."

"What if our lies don't match up?" she asks, staring up at me.

"Be as general as you can be," I say. She's beginning to make me panic myself. "We'll be fine."

Madge comes up next to me, joining the conversation. "Have we thought of any good lies?" she asks in a voice barely above a breath. "Goodness knows we can't talk about what Katniss is actually like."

I swear under my breath, and Tulip looks fit to punch someone. "We are so screwed," Tulip whispers.

"We'll be fine," I repeat, even though I know I can't be sure.

Suddenly, Raphael's back, and he's found me and Tulip standing practically nose to nose. Madge awkwardly steps away from us and rejoins her seat next to the Everdeens. He gets this big smile on his face and cocks his head to the side. "A happy couple?" he asks.

Tulip and I look at each other. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised when neither of us can answer strongly in the affirmative.

He smiles the silence off and gestures to the two different interview teams standing behind him. "We'll take you in two different groups: family and friends."

I feel like letting out a sigh of relief. At least we can lie in a group.

/

"You can go ahead and get comfortable," Raphael says. He's sitting on the other side of the camera, smiling again.

Madge and I are sitting on either side of Tulip. I think Raphael's talking to me and Tulip, and I want to tell him that I'm as comfortable as I'm going to get, but I should probably just let this interview slide without friction.

I lace my fingers between Tulip's, and she holds on tight. The pink-haired man seems more satisfied with this arrangement, so he glances down at the cards of questions that he has in his hands.

"Okay, we'll start out with something easy to get us started," Raphael says. "What is your favorite memory of Katniss? Everyone in the Capitol is dying to get to know Katniss on a more personal level."

I swear you could hear a pin drop when he finishes speaking. I know that Madge and I know Katniss so personally that it's almost impossible to think of a story that doesn't involved illegal activities or something the Capitol would frown upon. Tulip, on the other hand, resides on the opposite end of the spectrum—she has no context to lie from.

"Don't be shy now," Raphael says. His plastic face stretches alarmingly. "We're all friends."

If he could say one thing that would prevent me from making nice for that cameras, that was it. To say that we're friends when he's celebrating the possibility of Katniss's death…

Luckily, Madge rescues the situation. "I taught Katniss how to play piano once."

The women of the makeup team standing a few feet behind the camera smile and clutch their chests and whisper about how quaint that is. Raphael nods, prompting her for more, and his eyes flicker over to the blinking red light on the camera, which says it's rolling.

Madge swallows. She's lying on the spot. "After school, one day, Katniss came over to my house… We have this grand piano in our front room, and I've played since I was little, and Katniss told me that she's always wanted to learn… So I taught her how that one afternoon. She caught on very quickly, and she was quite good. She even managed to play the national anthem by the end of the afternoon. I had so much fun that it's one of my favorite memories of her."

She trails to a stop, and I admire her lying skills. Considering she came from nothing (or, at least, I think she's completely lying), it was a good story that the Capitol will eat up.

I know that I have to jump in next so that Tulip has more time to formulate a story. I'm desperately trying to come up with a story that doesn't include anything outrageously illegal, and then, finally, something completely perfect—and real—pops in to my head.

"You know, Katniss is a wonderful singer," I interject. Everyone turns to look at me, and I know that I've especially piqued the interests of the interviewers. "I've only heard her sing a couple of times, but one night, when my little sister was extremely sick, Katniss sang to comfort her. Posy has always liked music, so she latched onto Katniss's voice immediately. There was a point where we thought Posy might have been dying, but she felt better the second Katniss started singing."

The makeup team practically swoons, and I hate them for making me taint the memory. I could never do it justice in a verbal description, but I seem to have made a good enough effort for the cameras.

Thankfully, before Tulip has to tell whatever scraped up story she thought of, Raphael moves the interview on.

"Are you proud of what Katniss has accomplished in the Games so far?"

Proud? That's an odd word to choose.

But Tulip takes the question without hesitation. "We're proud that Katniss is fighting and staying strong," she says. "And we're proud that she still respects herself and the other tributes."

Raphael nods, but I doubt that he's intelligent enough to understand what she's talking about. I'm glad that Tulip took this question, too, because she didn't have to lie. She can be proud of Katniss—and respect her for the right things—without having known her before the Games.

Raphael glances down at his next card. "Now, what do you personally think Katniss's odds of winning are?"

Madge grins. "I want her home safe quickly, and I think she's kicking enough ass to make it back to us real soon."

"And even if she's not the one fighting directly, she'll outlast," I add. "She's not going to let them just beat her down. She's a fighter, and she'll keep fighting."

Tulip smiles back at Madge. "I almost think she's too stubborn to lose this."

And then, for some reason, there we all are, smiling for the Capitol cameras. For some reason, I'm admitting to an interviewer that I believe in Katniss instead telling that to myself.

Raphael's smiling, too, of course. "What would you tell Katniss if you could speak to her right at this moment?"

We naturally reply straight down the line.

"Stay strong and fight with all the fire you've got," Madge says, forming her words carefully.

Tulip speaks closer to her true level of relationship with Katniss. "You go, girl."

And then there's me, and I have to take a second to find the words I'd say. Every time I blink my eyes, I try to imagine Katniss is actually standing in front of me. I'm not sure of what I'd say until I say it. "Kick all of their asses, and come back by any means."

It prompts a cluster of laughter from the Capitol team on the other side of the camera, but I meant it seriously as well as humorously.

Raphael's demeanor becomes more serious now. "I have one final question for you, Tulip, specifically," he says. Her fingers tense around mine. "What was the reaping like from your perspective? Why do you think Katniss volunteered for you?"

This is a rough question, especially since Tulip has to answer it even though she can never know why Katniss volunteered that day. There's a gap of silence between the question and the answer as Tulip looks down at the floor, formulating an answer.

Tulip takes in a deep, audible breath and then looks up. "You know, I don't think I can ever possibly understand what happened at the reaping," she says. "I will never be able to understand what went through Katniss's head in those moments that made her think she should trade her life for mine."

Raphael nods solemnly along with her.

"But I have come to understand that the reaping meant more than just a trade of our lives," Tulip continues. Her voice is growing heavy. "Katniss gave me a chance to live—she took on a huge burden for me… And it wasn't just for me, either."

Tulip allows herself one little glance up at me, and I try my best to steel my gaze away from the cameras. I feel her words forcing their way into my heart and melting my resolve.

"Katniss's actions during the reaping were an ultimate display of true love," Tulip continues, avoiding my eyes, her voice becoming slightly strained. "Taking my place to ease the pain of her best friend… That was the ultimate display of true love, and I'm honored that she gave that to us."

I promised myself that I wouldn't let the Capitol see me break down, but I can't turn it off at this point. I'm surprised at the lump in my throat and the way that Tulip's words restrict my chest. I can keep my eyes focused on the ground a few feet away, but I can't stop them from burning.

Raphael is smiling sadly, like he's mocking us. "Does anyone else have anything to add?"

"No," Madge says immediately. He voice is heavy, thick. "Tulip said it all."

"Alright," Raphael replies. "Thank you for your cooperation. You are free to go."

We get out of there as fast as we can.

/

Madge starts crying when we're halfway to school, and she starts walking faster so that she's not by me and Tulip anymore. We remain in silence until I can finally find my voice again.

I swallow slowly. "Tulip, when you were talking about the reaping… were you— were you talking about me?"

Her eyes are a little red when she looks up at me. "Katniss doesn't love me, Gale."

I can't find words to respond, and Tulip turns down a hallway to go back to class.

My thoughts start to blur together, but I force them back into line. I can lose my mind later. For now, I just need to hope that our interviews get Katniss sponsors.

Because she needs to come back. By any means.

/

I wake up, and I am on autopilot. I do not think about my actions. I get up. I pack my supplies. I hunt and get myself food. I start looking for Liam.

The normalcy of these actions soothes me and stops me from thinking of anything that happened yesterday. I throw myself into finding Liam. I'm less worried about running into other tributes now that the arena's nearly empty and the Capitol is appeased by yesterday's carnage, but I still find myself hoping that I run into my Doughy friend. I wouldn't mind being able to thank him.

My thoughts are interrupted by the voice of Claudius Templesmith. Normally, there isn't any direct contact between the tributes and the Gamemakers unless there's a feast, and this makes my worry. It must be some kind of sick twist.

"Congratulations," says Claudius, "to the seven of you who have made it this far. We have an announcement. There's been a slight…rule change."

What the heck? We don't have rules in the Hunger Games, other than you probably shouldn't step off your circle for sixty seconds and the unspoken rule that we won't eat each other. You can't go around changing rules if there aren't any to change in the first place.

"This year, for the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games," he continues, "a male and female tribute may win." He has to repeat it because I'm sure he knows we don't believe him. "Both a male and a female tribute may be crowned Victor. That is all. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

It's quiet for a few seconds, and then it hits me.

Before I can stop myself, I cry out, "Liam!" And then, "Doughy!"

I could be crowned Victor alongside one of them…I just have to pick one and find them. Obviously this was created by the Gamemakers for some reason. Either the possible loss of my friendship with Liam was too much for the Capitol, or they want the star-crossed lovers to win.

The question is…which one?

A/N: So...who will she choose?

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