"Katniss?" He drops my hand and I take a step, as if to catch my balance. "It was all for the Games," Peeta says. "How you acted." "Not all of it," I say, tightly holding onto my flowers. "Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what's going to be left when we get home?" he says. "I don't know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get," I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none's forthcoming. "Well, let me know when you work it out," he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.
Suzanne CollinsThe only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.
Suzanne CollinsI'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.
Suzanne CollinsJohanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. โHowโd you lose Mags?โ โIn the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldnโt lift her. Finnick said he couldnโt take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,โ I say. โShe was Finnickโs mentor, you know,โ Johanna says accusingly. โNo, I didnโt,โ I say. โShe was half his family,โ she says a few moments later, but thereโs less venom behind it.
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