Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne:
- f i r s t a n d l a s t
I did know Rue. She wasn’t just my ally, she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house, I hear her in mockinjays’ song, I see her in my sister, Prim. She was too young, too gentle…and I couldn’t save her. I’m sorry.
He was only fourteen, but he cleared six feet and was as good as an adult to me. I’d seen him around the Seam and at school. And one other time. He’d lost his father in the same blast that killed mine. In January, I’d stood by while he received his medal of valor in the Justice Building, another oldest child with no father. I remembered his two little brothers clutching his mother, a woman whose swollen belly announced she was just days away from giving birth.