Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Primās cheek. My fatherās laugh. Peetaās father with the cookies. The colour of Finnickās eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well, to make their death count.

















