My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.
Gale knows I chose him over Peeta when I didn’t make a run for it… But since I don’t plan on making it back alive a second time, the sooner Gale lets me go, the better. I do plan on saying one or two things to him after the reaping, when we’re allowed an hour for good-byes. To let Gale know how essential he’s been to me all these years. How much better my life has been for knowing him. For loving him, even if it’s only in the limited way that I can manage.
But I never get the chance.
Do you think either of your characters ever did it with Katniss?
❝ I’m still in touch with reality and I see this business for what it is, which is a playground. I’m playing. I work at imagining things. None of this is real. None of this actually matters. I don’t have a sense of superiority. I feel lucky but I don’t feel special. I don’t think there’s ever a moment where I feel like I deserve it. The celebrity and fame thing and the acting part of it are two separate things. The celebrity part of it is so predictable. I’m not wowed by it. ❞