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- His mind could fixate on a problem like that — anything, really — and not let go. As if controlling one element of his world would keep him from ruin.
- Without turning he knew it was the girl, his girl, and he felt immense relief that he was not entirely alone.
- What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?
- It wiped away the last few shreds of resistance he had, and despair engulfed him. For her. For himself. For the both of them.
- “You matter to me,” he insisted. The Capitol may not value her, but he did. Hadn’t he just poured his heart out to her?
- “I think your odds get better by the minute,” said Coriolanus, adjusting a hot pink rosebud in her hair. It matched the one on his lapel, just in case anyone needed a reminder of who Lucy Gray belonged to.
- Coriolanus knew it had hit home, this dark, moving, far too personal account of her life. He knew the gifts would pour into the arena for her. That her success, even now, reflected back on him, making it his success. Snow lands on top and all that. He knew he should be elated at this turn of events and jumping up and down inside while presenting a modest, pleased front. But what he really felt was jealous.
- As they reached the wings she started to release him, but he tightened his grip.
- Coriolanus felt something inside him unravel as he saw her helplessness and felt his own. He reached for her. “Oh, Lucy Gray . . .”
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