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answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it.
    What am I going to do?

    I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly--as if recal ing the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me--then come to rest at my sides.
    "I'm going to be the Mockingjay."

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    Buttercup's eyes reflect the faint glow of the safety light over the door as he lies in the crook of Prim's arm, back on the job, protecting her from the night. She's snuggled close to my mother. Asleep, they look just as they did the morning of the reaping that landed me in my first Games. I have a bed to myself because I'm recuperating and because no one can sleep with me anyway, what with the nightmares and the thrashing around.
    After tossing and turning for hours, I final y accept that it wil be a wakeful night. Under Buttercup's watchful eye, I tiptoe across the cold tiled floor to the dresser.
    The middle drawer contains my government-issued clothes. Everyone wears the same gray pants and shirt, the shirt tucked in at the waist. Underneath the clothes, I keep the few items I had on me when I was lifted from the arena. My mockingjay pin. Peeta's token, the gold locket with photos of my mother and Prim and Gale inside. A silver parachute that holds a spile for tapping trees, and the pearl Peeta gave me a few hours before I blew out the force field. District 13 confiscated my tube of skin ointment for use in the hospital, and my bow and arrows because only guards have clearance to carry weapons. They're in safekeeping in the armory.
    I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it's soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.
    "Katniss?" Prim whispers. She's awake, peering at me through the darkness. "What's wrong?"
    "Nothing. Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep." It's automatic. Shutting Prim and my mother out of things to shield them.
    Careful not to rouse my mother, Prim eases herself from the bed, scoops up Buttercup, and sits beside me. She touches the hand that has curled around the pearl. "You're cold." Taking a spare blanket from the foot of the bed, she wraps it around al three of us, enveloping me in her warmth and Buttercup's furry heat as wel . "You could tel me, you know. I'm good at keeping secrets. Even from Mother."
    She's real y gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.
    "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to agree to be the Mockingjay," I tel her.
    "Because you want to or because you feel forced into it?" she asks.
    I laugh a little. "Both, I guess. No, I want to. I have to, if it wil help the rebels defeat Snow." I squeeze the pearl more tightly in my fist. "It's just...Peeta. I'm afraid if we do win, the rebels wil execute him as a traitor."
    Prim thinks this over. "Katniss, I don't think you understand how important you are to the cause. Important people usual y get what they want. If you want to keep Peeta safe from the rebels, you can."
    I guess I'm important. They went to a lot of trouble to rescue me. They took me to 12. "You mean...I could demand that they give Peeta immunity? And they'd have to agree to it?"
    "I think you could demand almost anything and they'd have to agree to it." Prim wrinkles her brow. "Only how do you know they'l keep their word?"
    I remember al of the lies Haymitch told Peeta and me to get us to do what he wanted. What's to keep the rebels from reneging on the deal? A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper--
    these could easily evaporate after the war. Their existence or validity denied.