At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals.
I never wanted any of this. Never wanted to be in the games. I just wanted to save my sister, and keep Peeta alive.
“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me.
”It demands to be felt.”
Yes, Hermione. I think this is gonna be exactly like wizard’s chess.