Date: 2013-11-27 06:46 am (UTC)
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"I'm okay," I echo, nodding quickly, though I barely draw back to do so. I might have watched everything that happened, never took my eyes off Peeta for a second, but that was no guarantee of what would or wouldn't happen after he walked away, what might have been waiting for either of us. We really should have thought it through better, but then, how could we? Going into the Arenas before, at least we'd known we were doing so, aware of our circumstances if not quite what to expect. This, we'd been entirely blindsided by. I still think that might have been the point — a way to throw us off-guard, and make sure we know that we never really got away from the Capitol. Still just pieces in their game after all.

I run my hands down his arms when I finally take a step back, as if trying to make sure that the same is true of him, too. It's one of those instincts I can't help, and it occurs to me a moment later that I'm not sure why that is, if it's just because of Peeta or because it feels like we're back in the Games, and this is what they'd want from us. I try not to let myself dwell on it. Either way, I mean it, relieved to really be assured of his safety. That has to be the important part.

"We didn't have time for a plan before they got there. At least they're gone now. And you're here."
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