He couldn't help it. This girl looked like Katniss, but instead of dirt and scabs there was a strange pinkness to her skin. If this was her then something had happened to her that he couldn't place. But he had been told that sometimes people from home never made it here. Others came that wore their face, like terrifying muttations without the evil that the Capitol infused. It was just different.
"Katniss?" he asked, taking a step forward legs moving stiffly. He was better than he had before but it had been a while since he had been forced to recover the natural way. Extending a hand to her, concern etched across his face Peeta wondered what could have happened to her. "You are Katniss, aren't you?"
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He couldn't help it. This girl looked like Katniss, but instead of dirt and scabs there was a strange pinkness to her skin. If this was her then something had happened to her that he couldn't place. But he had been told that sometimes people from home never made it here. Others came that wore their face, like terrifying muttations without the evil that the Capitol infused. It was just different.
"Katniss?" he asked, taking a step forward legs moving stiffly. He was better than he had before but it had been a while since he had been forced to recover the natural way. Extending a hand to her, concern etched across his face Peeta wondered what could have happened to her. "You are Katniss, aren't you?"