(Source: rabid, via mrhawthorne)

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     Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. She’s wrapped her skinny arms around me like a vice.

     “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!”

     “Prim, let go,” I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don’t want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I’ll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

     “Let go!”

     I can feel someone pulling her from my back. I turn and see Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she’s thrashing in his arms.

(Source: istvans, via stylies)