Lucky Thing Were Allies, Right?

Thank You For You Consideration

Happy Hunger Games! And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor.

A Hysterical Young Woman With Flowing Brown Hair Is Also Called From 4, But She's Quickly Replaced By A Volunteer, An Eighty-year-old Woman Who Needs A Cane To Walk To The Stage.

What Happens When We Get Back? I Don't Know. I Guess We Try And Forget. I Don't Want To Forget.

There's No Point In Comforting Words, In Telling Her She'll Be All Right. She's No Fool. Her Hand Reaches Out And I Clutch It Like A Lifeline. As If It's Me Who's Dying Instead Of Rue.