[She was lucky to have Beetee. Maybe. He had been so valuable to the uprisings. More valuable, she thinks, than she ever could have been. But in the end, the bomb that killed her sister - that snare - hadn't just been based on a design thought up by Gale. Beetee had helped, too. It had been the two of them together.
She would trade a million amazing bows, even freedom from President Snow and the Capitol, just to have her sister alive again.
Pushing aside thoughts of resources and technology, she pulls an arrow from the quiver on her back. It's the start of a smooth, quick, and efficient motion. There's a difference, in the end, between bragging and showing. In a matter of seconds, the arrow is notched, the string pulled and tensed. She aims at one of the targets, exhales, and sends the arrow flying.
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She would trade a million amazing bows, even freedom from President Snow and the Capitol, just to have her sister alive again.
Pushing aside thoughts of resources and technology, she pulls an arrow from the quiver on her back. It's the start of a smooth, quick, and efficient motion. There's a difference, in the end, between bragging and showing. In a matter of seconds, the arrow is notched, the string pulled and tensed. She aims at one of the targets, exhales, and sends the arrow flying.
Bull's eye.]