I am in total agreement with Kismatt, this story is riveting. Each panel allows us to visualize Clark's history while still propelling us forward.
Clark was all too aware that there was a sizable chink in his invulnerability. The night he had arrived in his parents’ wheat field, the rocket had been accompanied by a meteor shower consisting in large part of glowing green stones. Chunks of it had fallen all over Panem, some of it embedding itself in the earth and other pieces lying on the surface of the ground. It had quickly become a popular item for jewelry amongst Capitolites and even the residents of the career districts.
This is new. Kryptonite as jewelry. It also gives us a glimpse of the kind of people who inhabit the Capitol and the Districts close by. Hungry for any new fad to occupy their minds.
Within minutes of the end of the Reaping, a group of Peacekeepers escorted Clark and Becky into the Justice Building. Most of them concentrated on making sure Clark went where he was told, with only one prodding Becky along as she coughed and struggled not to cry.
Becky is the reason I will probably never see the movie, this is a really scary world where innocents are hunted and killed. Yet the Capitolites make it sound like a grand occasion. An indication that the government and all involved are corrupt and vile.
No wonder revolution hangs in the air...
Jonathan wrapped one arm around his crying wife and the other around his son. “Don’t try to be a hero, Clark. When the gong sounds, run. Get as far away from everyone else as you can.” Fearing that the room was bugged, he leaned closer, whispering so quietly that only Clark’s superhearing could pick up his words. “You can go longer without food and water and rest than the others. And whatever you do, don’t let anyone see what you can do. When you rest, be sure to secure yourself so you don’t float. There are cameras everywhere in the arena, and the last thing you need is to be seen floating.”
We sometimes forget that Jonathan is the gentle strength behind the family. His quiet useful advice given under extreme duress will I suspect be of real use to Clark in the days to come.
“You’re allowed to carry a token from your district into the arena with you,” Jonathan told him. “Keep this with you—and remember what you’re fighting for.”
How nice and refreshing that Jonathan, not Martha, gets the last word.
Next part?