I order, holding the spoonful of gruel to her lips. I am sitting on the Balcony and I have her head cradled in the crook of my arm. “Open your mouth.” “No…let me alone.” “You must eat, Elspeth.” “Just let me die,” she whispers. “Just let me go.” “Now what am I going to tell your parents when we get back home? That everybody was saved ‘cept you? That won’t be a very pleasant duty, Elspeth, and I don’t want to have to do it. Now open up.” I push the spoon against her lips. A tear comes out of her eye at the mention of her parents. “Come on, Elspeth, do it for them if not for yourself.” She opens her mouth and I spoon in the burgoo. When I have gotten it down her, I lay her head back down and leave her in her misery. I go to the Stage, past my Division Three, which is at dance practice, and down into the Pit to check the progress.
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