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