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“The bread? What? From when we were kids?” he says. “I
think we can let that go. I mean, you just brought me back
from the dead.”
“But you didn’t know me. We had never even spoken. Besides,
it’s the first gift that’s always the hardest to pay back. I
wouldn’t even have been here to do it if you hadn’t helped me
then,” I say. “Why did you, anyway?”
“Why? You know why,” Peeta says. I give my head a slight,
painful shake. “Haymitch said you would take a lot of convincing.”
“Haymitch?” I ask. “What’s he got to do with it?”
“Nothing,” Peeta says. “So, Cato and Thresh, huh? I guess
it’s too much to hope that they’ll simultaneously destroy each
other?”
But the thought only upsets me. “I think we would like
Thresh. I think he’d be our friend back in District Twelve,” I
say.
“Then let’s hope Cato kills him, so we don’t have to,” says
Peeta grimly.
I don’t want Cato to kill Thresh at all. I don’t want anyone
else to die. But this is absolutely not the kind of thing that victors
go around saying in the arena. Despite my best efforts, I
can feel tears starting to pool in my eyes.
Peeta looks at me in concern. “What is it? Are you in a lot of
pain?”
I give him another answer, because it is equally true but
can be taken as a brief moment of weakness instead of a ter-
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