“When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn’t jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Remember who the enemy is.
Catching Fire + Katniss Everdeen