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eyes with me and called out for help. But neither Gale or I had
responded.
“You’re shivering,” says Peeta.
The wind and the story have blown all the warmth from my
body. The girl’s scream. Had it been her last?
Peeta takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
I start to take a step back, but then I let him, deciding for
a moment to accept both his jacket and his kindness. A friend
would do that, right?
“They were from here?” he asks, and he secures a button at
my neck.
I nod. They’d had that Capitol look about them. The boy and
the girl.
“Where do you suppose they were going?” he asks.
“I don’t know that,” I say. District 12 is pretty much the end
of the line. Beyond us, there’s only wilderness. If you don’t
count the ruins of District 13 that still smolder from the toxic
bombs. They show it on television occasionally, just to remind
us. “Or why they would leave here.” Haymitch had called the
Avoxes traitors. Against what? It could only be the Capitol. But
they had everything here. No cause to rebel.
“I’d leave here,” Peeta blurts out. Then he looks around
nervously. It was loud enough to hear above the chimes. He
laughs. “I’d go home now if they let me. But you have to admit,
the food’s prime.”
He’s covered again. If that’s all you’d heard it would just
sound like the words of a scared tribute, not someone contemplating
the unquestionable goodness of the Capitol.
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