[Human shields. Children as human shields. It had been the wrong words for him to say, the wrong words for her to hear. The journal nearly slips from her hand and she squeezes her eyes shut, willing the memories away.
The Capitol children, gathered in the lawn in front of Snow's mansion. The parachutes that were supposed to promise aid. Exploding. Medics rushing in. Prim, the tail of her shirt flapping like a little duck.
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The Capitol children, gathered in the lawn in front of Snow's mansion. The parachutes that were supposed to promise aid. Exploding. Medics rushing in. Prim, the tail of her shirt flapping like a little duck.
And more. So many more explosions.
Quietly, oh so quietly,] I've seen that, too.