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There’s nothing else, just his words hanging in the air. I
jump as Peeta grips my shoulder from behind. “No,” he says.
“You’re not risking your life for me.”
“Who said I was?” I say.
“So, you’re not going?” he asks.
“Of course, I’m not going. Give me some credit. Do you think
I’m running straight into some free-for-all against Cato and
Clove and Thresh? Don’t be stupid,” I say, helping him back to
bed. “I’ll let them fight it out, we’ll see who’s in the sky tomorrow
night and work out a plan from there.”
“You’re such a bad liar, Katniss. I don’t know how you’ve
survived this long.” He begins to mimic me. “I knew that goat
would be a little gold mine. You’re a little cooler though. Of
course, I’m not going. He shakes his head. “Never gamble at
cards. You’ll lose your last coin,” he says.
Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t
stop me!”
“I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the
Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name, I bet someone can
find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says.
“You won’t get a hundred yards from here on that leg,” I
say.
“Then I’ll drag myself,” says Peeta. “You go and I’m going,
too.”
He’s just stubborn enough and maybe just strong enough to
do it. Come howling after me in the woods. Even if a tribute
doesn’t find him, something else might. He can’t defend him-
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