"Right," I say. I should know this, I think, but after everything that's happened, I don't feel like I can try to make calls about any of it. My head's still too much of a mess, memories of Peeta at different points in time converging, becoming muddled, impossible to differentiate. It still doesn't even feel like he's here at all.
For that matter, I don't know how to tell him about how much time has passed for me, both back in Panem and the months I've spent here. I'm not even sure if he trusts me enough to take my word for it right now. "They always are."
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Date: 2013-02-02 03:12 am (UTC)For that matter, I don't know how to tell him about how much time has passed for me, both back in Panem and the months I've spent here. I'm not even sure if he trusts me enough to take my word for it right now. "They always are."