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First we only want to be seen, but once we're seen, that's not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.
EMILY ST. JOHN MANDEL, Station Eleven
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Tatum Andor will not die quietly.
This is her sworn oath—to herself, her girlfriend, and the entirety of District Eight. It is something she will live by until her lungs give out and her heart stops beating and everything that she has known comes to an end; until all she has lost strikes her down in anguish, in grief, in a suffocating wave that comes crashing down and leaves her gasping for breath, mentally pounding her until she cannot bear to go on... But she will.
Tate knows the cost of being reaped in the Hunger Games. It is violent and it is bloody. This has been clear to her from a young age, ever since she watched her uncle play the odds and lose. His death had been brutal. It had been sickening.
