And utterly lacking in the control Foxface demonstrated. I believe Cato could easily lose his judgment in a fit of temper. Not that I can feel superior on that point. I think of the moment I sent the arrow flying into the apple in the pig's mouth when I was so enraged. Maybe I do understand Cato better than I think.
Despite the fatigue in my body, my mind's alert, so I let Peeta sleep long past our usual switch. In fact, a soft gray day has begun when I shake his shoulder.
He looks out, almost in alarm. "I slept the whole night. That's not fair, Katniss, you should have woken me."
I stretch and burrow down into the bag. "I'll sleep now. Wake me if anything interesting happens." Apparently nothing does, because when I open my eyes, bright hot afternoon light gleams through the rocks. "Any sign of our friend?" I ask.
Peeta shakes his head. "No, he's keeping a disturbingly low profile."
"How long do you think we'll have before the Gamemakers drive us together?" I ask.
"Well, Foxface died almost a day ago, so there's been plenty of time for the audience to place bets and get bored. I guess it could happen at any moment," says Peeta.
"Yeah, I have a feeling today's the day," I say. I sit up and look out at the peaceful terrain. "I wonder how they'll do it."
Peeta remains silent. There's not really any good answer.
"Well, until they do, no sense in wasting a hunting day. But we should probably eat as much as we can hold just in case we run into trouble," I say.
Peeta packs up our gear while I lay out a big meal.
The rest of the rabbits, roots, greens, the rolls spread with the last bit of cheese. The only thing I leave in reserve is the squirrel and the apple.
By the time we're done, all that's left is a pile of rabbit bones. My hands are greasy, which only adds to my growing feeling of grubbiness. Maybe we don't bathe daily in the Seam, but we keep cleaner than I have of late. Except for my feet, which have walked in the stream, I'm covered in a layer of grime.
Leaving the cave has a sense of finality about it. I don't think there will be another night in the arena somehow. One way or the other, dead or alive, I have the feeling I'll escape it today. I give the rocks a pat good-bye and we head down to the stream to wash up. I can feel my skin, itching for the cool water. I may do my hair and braid it back wet. I'm wondering if we might even be able to give our clothes a quick scrub when we reach the stream. Or what used to be the stream. Now there's only a bone-dry bed. I put my hand down to feel it.
"Not even a little damp. They must have drained it while we slept," I say. A fear of the cracked tongue, aching body and fuzzy mind brought on by my previous dehydration creeps into my consciousness.
Our bottles and skin are fairly full, but with two drinking and this hot sun it won't take long to deplete them.
"The lake," says Peeta. "That's where they want us to go."
"Maybe the ponds still have some," I say hopefully.
"We can check," he says, but he's just humoring me.
I'm humoring myself because I know what I'll find when we return to the pond where I soaked my leg. A dusty, gaping mouth of a hole. But we make the trip anyway just to confirm what we already know.
"You're right. They're driving us to the lake," I say.
Where there's no cover. Where they're guaranteed a bloody fight to the death with nothing to block their view. "Do you want to go straightaway or wait until the water's tapped out?"
"Let's go now, while we've had food and rest. Let's just go end this thing," he says.
I nod. It's funny. I feel almost as if it's the first day of the Games again. That I'm in the same position.
Twenty-one tributes are dead, but I still have yet to kill Cato. And really, wasn't he always the one to kill?
Now it seems the other tributes were just minor obstacles, distractions, keeping us from the real battle of the Games. Cato and me.
But no, there's the boy waiting beside me. I feel his arms wrap around me.
"Two against one. Should be a piece of cake," he says.
"Next time we eat, it will be in the Capitol," I answer.
"You bet it will," he says.