Johanna refuses to be forced into the Capitol sex industry.
“Unpleasant,” Snow says lightly, “most unpleasant, having to deal with those who refuse. Terrible consequences, Johanna, but you already know what’s at stake, don’t you?”
Johanna makes sure that her stare doesn’t waver, and that her lip doesn’t quiver. The make-up is still smeared on her face, and her heels feel unusual and they make her legs ache. She can’t do it. Her body is her own.
“One day, I’ll dance on your grave,” she tells him.
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Aimer, ce n’est pas se regarder l’un l’autre, c’est regarder ensemble dans la même direction.
To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.
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