She swallowed hard. "People don't waste things like vaccines on people in the Districts," she said softly. It wasn't pity that quieted her voice, it was nervousness. Was this just a pretty lie to get her to relax?
Maybe if she hadn't been raised by her mother, maybe if she hadn't worked so hard to help her patch together people, get people to recover from accidents that never should have happened, through illnesses that a single vial of medicine from the Capitol could have cured... Could have prevented...
"And I can tell you what you'll find," she said, her voice quiet still, but there was some steel in it, some anger. All the people who could have been so easily helped, that she and her mother could do nothing for...
"I'm as healthy as anyone from 12 can be," she said simply. "I need more nutrients than I get, and if I don't die of starvation, which I probably wont now that my sister is a victor and Peeta brings us bread, then I will probably die from lungs choked with coal dust."
The official cause of death that the peacekeepers wrote was never starvation... but that was what it always was. Even with Katniss hunting, Prim always figured she would be one of those people herself... because she knew that if it was a question of eating or giving her food to someone else who needed it... she knew who would go hungry.
And for all Katniss had always said she would never get married and have kids, Prim was sure she would some day, and then she would move out, and Prim would stay at home, helping mom take care of everyone. And without Katniss there to watch over them....
Prim had no eagerness to die, she was just realistic. She knew herself. She looked at him with that knowledge in her eyes. She was not going to accept any capitol lies. Not here. Not anymore.
Katniss was here, and Katniss needed her to be strong.
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Maybe if she hadn't been raised by her mother, maybe if she hadn't worked so hard to help her patch together people, get people to recover from accidents that never should have happened, through illnesses that a single vial of medicine from the Capitol could have cured... Could have prevented...
"And I can tell you what you'll find," she said, her voice quiet still, but there was some steel in it, some anger. All the people who could have been so easily helped, that she and her mother could do nothing for...
"I'm as healthy as anyone from 12 can be," she said simply. "I need more nutrients than I get, and if I don't die of starvation, which I probably wont now that my sister is a victor and Peeta brings us bread, then I will probably die from lungs choked with coal dust."
The official cause of death that the peacekeepers wrote was never starvation... but that was what it always was. Even with Katniss hunting, Prim always figured she would be one of those people herself... because she knew that if it was a question of eating or giving her food to someone else who needed it... she knew who would go hungry.
And for all Katniss had always said she would never get married and have kids, Prim was sure she would some day, and then she would move out, and Prim would stay at home, helping mom take care of everyone. And without Katniss there to watch over them....
Prim had no eagerness to die, she was just realistic. She knew herself. She looked at him with that knowledge in her eyes. She was not going to accept any capitol lies. Not here. Not anymore.
Katniss was here, and Katniss needed her to be strong.