No, they won't. But if all goes according to plan, if Plutarch and Haymitch, Finnick and Johanna, and Beetee and Wiress all manage to do their jobs, they won't have to. The Capitol won't be letting anyone win, because the tributes, as many of them who are in on the plot as possible, will be rescued.
Above all, the aim in all of this is to save Prim's sister. The rebellion needs Katniss, far more than it needs Finnick. If it comes down to that final awful moment when allies turn on each other?
It'll be Katniss who walks away from it, not Finnick.
But Prim can't know any of that.
He's saved from having to calculate a lie to assure her, though, because she's distracted from the topic of what Finnick may or may not have done to her sister by the news that she's not in District 12.
"I don't know," he tells her, quietly, eyeing the goat at her side, which seems remarkably unperturbed by all of this. Maybe goats aren't all that smart; he doesn't have much experience with them.
"It doesn't look like the Capitol, and I ... have spent a lot of time there." He manages to keep the bitterness out of voice, at least. "And these people don't look like Capitol people."
But he doesn't trust the Capitol to not be playing one of their tricks, and that much shows in his eyes, though he can't say it out loud. Not if the Capitol may be listening.
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No, they won't. But if all goes according to plan, if Plutarch and Haymitch, Finnick and Johanna, and Beetee and Wiress all manage to do their jobs, they won't have to. The Capitol won't be letting anyone win, because the tributes, as many of them who are in on the plot as possible, will be rescued.
Above all, the aim in all of this is to save Prim's sister. The rebellion needs Katniss, far more than it needs Finnick. If it comes down to that final awful moment when allies turn on each other?
It'll be Katniss who walks away from it, not Finnick.
But Prim can't know any of that.
He's saved from having to calculate a lie to assure her, though, because she's distracted from the topic of what Finnick may or may not have done to her sister by the news that she's not in District 12.
"I don't know," he tells her, quietly, eyeing the goat at her side, which seems remarkably unperturbed by all of this. Maybe goats aren't all that smart; he doesn't have much experience with them.
"It doesn't look like the Capitol, and I ... have spent a lot of time there." He manages to keep the bitterness out of voice, at least. "And these people don't look like Capitol people."
But he doesn't trust the Capitol to not be playing one of their tricks, and that much shows in his eyes, though he can't say it out loud. Not if the Capitol may be listening.