“After the Games, they sent in planes. Dropped firebombs.” He hesitates. “Well, you know what happened to the Hob.”
I do know. I saw it go up. That old warehouse embedded with coal dust. The whole district’s covered with the stuff. A new kind of horror begins to rise up inside me as I imagine firebombs hitting the Seam.
“They’re not in District Twelve?” I repeat. As if saying it will somehow fend off the truth.
“Katniss,” Gale says softly.
I recognize that voice. It’s the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. “Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”
They built the wall to make us safe. The faction system keeps the peace. Everyone seems to know where they belong, except for me.
I’m seeing you talk, and all I’m thinking about is me pissed that I didn’t get fries.
“Sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.”
If he wants me b r o k e n, then I will have to be whole.
Katniss, you have been our mission from the beginning. The plan was always to get you out. Half of the tributes were in on it, this is the revolution, and you are the Mockingjay.