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"I'm not made out of sugar," Lucy Gray declared, and with that, she was gone. She knew she could no longer trust Coriolanus. He had lied to her, an obvious lie. She didn't know who his third victim was - it could be Sejanus, or something he had done in his dark past, but she didn't care. She had already told him that the most important thing to her was trust, and he had betrayed that.
He had lied to her. She had thought he was her happy ending, her savior, but she had been naive to believe that. She couldn't believe herself for even thinking she could let her guard down.
She was running away as quickly and quietly as possible. She couldn't stay here anymore. She couldn't trust him anymore. Then she heard him - calling for her, searching for her. She immediately hid, watching as he picked up his mother's scarf that she had dropped while running, the snake biting him, and his frantic reaction. It all happened in a second, and she couldn't believe the turn of events. This was his true self, and she felt grateful that she had realized it before it was too late.
But she couldn't leave him like that, couldn't leave him in peace after everything he had done - the lies, the false hopes, the manipulations. She didn't even know what was real or what was fake anymore. Did he really love her, did she love him? It didn't matter; all that mattered was that he remembered her with fear in his eyes. She didn't know what to do.
Then she noticed the Mockingjays, and an idea came to her mind. She wouldn't leave him like this, no, she would haunt him until the day he died. She started singing:
"Are you, are you coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man
They say murdered three?"
The Mockingjays joined her.
"Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree."
He heard the song, looking everywhere, trying to find her.
"Are you, are you coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee?"
He realized the Mockingjays were singing, and he started to shoot at them, but he couldn't catch them, and they flew away. Lucy Gray watched him leave.
With a new determination in her eyes, she stood up and started her way to the north. She wouldn't just die like he wanted her to. She was a survivor, and the best thing she knew how to do was survive. So she would stay alive until the day she saw his downfall.
Lucy Gray was not just a girl. She was a victor.