the voice was back. stay close. don't let him leave your sight. distract him. district him from what? they never said. just fed her instructions like they were facts, like she didn’t need to understand— only obey. but she did want to understand. that was the problem. lou lou hit both her palms against her ears, trying to smother the static. it didn't help. the sound never truly went away. across the fire, haymitch didn't speak, but his eyes never left her. she made eye contact with him for a moment and nodded, giving him confirmation that yes, the capitol was using her again. “ murderers. ” she mumbles, tapping against her ear.
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