the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第47部分 (第2/7頁)

l；　our　training　scores；　and　our　interviews。　Thereˇs　this　sort　of　upbeat　soundtrack　playing　under　it　that　makes　it　twice　as　awful　because；　of　course；　almost　everyone　on…screen　is　dead。

Once　weˇre　in　the　arena；　thereˇs　detailed　coverage　of　the　bloodbath　and　then　the　filmmakers　basically　alternate　between　shots　of　tributes　dying　and　shots　of　us。　Mostly　Peeta　really；　thereˇs　no　question　heˇs　carrying　this　romance　thing　on　his　shoulders。　Now　I　see　what　the　audience　saw；　how　he　misled　the　Careers　about　me；　stayed　awake　the　entire　night　under　the　tracker　jacker　tree；　fought　Cato　to　let　me　escape　and　even　while　he　lay　in　that　mud　bank；　whispered　my　name　in　his　sleep。　I　seem　heartless　in　parison　�　dodging　fireballs；　dropping　nests；　and　blowing　up　supplies　�　until　I　go　hunting　for　Rue。　They　play　her　death　in　full；　the　spearing；　my　failed　rescue　attempt；　my　arrow　through　the　boy　from　District　1ˇs　throat；　Rue　drawing　her　last　breath　in　my　arms。　And　the　song。　I　get　to　sing　every　note　of　the　song。　Something　inside　me　shuts　down　and　Iˇm　too　numb　to　feel　anything。　Itˇs　like　watching　plete　strangers　in　another　Hunger　Games。　But　I　do　notice　they　omit　the　part　where　I　covered　her　in　flowers。

Right。　Because　even　that　smacks　of　rebellion。

Things　pick　up　for　me　once　theyˇve　announced　two　tributes　from　the　same　district　can　live　and　I　shout　out　Peetaˇs　name　and　then　clap　my　hands　over　my　mouth。　If　Iˇve　seemed　indifferent　to　him　earlier；　I　make　up　for　it　now；　by　finding　him；　nursing　him　back　to　health；　going　to　the　feast　for　the　medicine；　and　being　very　free　with　my　kisses。　Objectively；　I　can　see　the　mutts　and　Catoˇs　death　are　as　gruesome　as　ever；　but　again；　I　feel　it　happens　to　people　I　have　never　met。

And　then　es　the　moment　with　the　berries。　I　can　hear　the　audienc