I really just need someone to vent with me about TLAT. kzsjfghzksfANJV I can’t keep all these emotions in me any more!!! Jilly. McPrice. Remus/Clancy. Shacklelathe. Wayyyyyy too much perfection for me to handle.

“Hey, I’ll see you for supper.”
I turn and head back to the stream, feeling somehow worried, About Rue being killed, about Rue not being killed and the two of us being left for last, about leaving Rue alone, about leaving Prim alone back home. No, Prim has my mother and Gale and a baker who has promised she won’t go hungry. Rue has only me.

Instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
