But maybe he has won -- maybe when he gets thrown back to his home, it will be much the same way. Ravaged, taken over by the Capitol still despite their best laid plans. The idea alone leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
"Listen, sweetheart, I don't know much more than you. I know where I'm from, you're gone." And so is Peeta -- whisked away to the Capitol perhaps? Shot to death? He isn't sure. Carefully, he steps up to her, crouching down in front of her, not touching her, merely making her meet his eyes. "As far as I know, your district is fine. Probably will stay that way. There's a revolution, it's starting, and I don't know who will make it to the end."
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But maybe he has won -- maybe when he gets thrown back to his home, it will be much the same way. Ravaged, taken over by the Capitol still despite their best laid plans. The idea alone leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
"Listen, sweetheart, I don't know much more than you. I know where I'm from, you're gone." And so is Peeta -- whisked away to the Capitol perhaps? Shot to death? He isn't sure. Carefully, he steps up to her, crouching down in front of her, not touching her, merely making her meet his eyes. "As far as I know, your district is fine. Probably will stay that way. There's a revolution, it's starting, and I don't know who will make it to the end."