They did hurt her, I think, and all of a sudden it's all I can do not to let the words spill from my mouth, or tears from my eyes. I want to scream it, to make sure that everyone knows just how awful these people are, that they'd drop bombs on a little girl who was trying to heal the already-wounded. More than that, I want to tell Peeta, who I know would understand. It's not my secret to tell, though, and if it took Prim over a year to tell me, I can't just spread that information around, not without her say-so first. Besides, it's hardly the worst secret I'm keeping.
"Promise me," I say instead, still close against him, though I keep my chin tipped up so I can meet his gaze. My voice breaks and my eyes are glassy, but I at least manage not to fall apart entirely. I guess everything that's happened today must have tired me out more than I thought. That, or the weight of everything I've kept to myself for so long is wearing me down, but that's not a possibility I want to consider yet. "That whatever happens — if it comes to that, you'll protect her, not me. Please, Peeta."
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Date: 2013-12-01 06:18 am (UTC)"Promise me," I say instead, still close against him, though I keep my chin tipped up so I can meet his gaze. My voice breaks and my eyes are glassy, but I at least manage not to fall apart entirely. I guess everything that's happened today must have tired me out more than I thought. That, or the weight of everything I've kept to myself for so long is wearing me down, but that's not a possibility I want to consider yet. "That whatever happens — if it comes to that, you'll protect her, not me. Please, Peeta."