The twenty-four tributes will be split into twelve groups of two decided by the Capitol, and those two can become joint victors if they make it to the end.
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Peeta Mellark started at the TV screen from his couch. This had to be a joke, a cruel taunt, but it was not. No matter how many times he replayed the announcement, it stayed the same.
Katniss was dead, and now there was a chance for two victors. It was not fair. Katniss was supposed to be alive and taking care of Primrose. She was going to live; they were both going to live. Katniss had a plan, and they blew her up for it.
He could still see her eyes focused in determination and hope, right before the parachute with the bomb dropped.
It was not fair; Katniss and he were supposed to win together. They did not, though, and all he was left with were burns along his face and body and the aching memory of her hope-filled eyes.
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Gloss felt a rush of relief when he heard the quell twist. It wasn't what he was expecting, but it was much better news than the whispers of the Victors having to go back to the arena. Though he already felt a headache coming on, how the hell would he make sure his tribute got a good partner?
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Finnick let out a breath he did not know he was holding when he heard the twist; it seemed President Snow wanted everyone to forget about the girl-on-fire. Well, it was better for him; the rebels would not be happy.
Finnick took a deep breath. It looked like the Gamemakers would go all out with smoke and mirrors to distract from the 74th Hunger Games.
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