He grabs my wrist and it makes me remember the moments leading up to my arrival on the island. How he'd ruined my plan and wouldn't let me go, even when the guards were moving in. Even as I was screaming for Gale to shoot me. I should resent him for it, but can't bring myself to. Not when he was still holding on, wanting me to live for some strange reason I can't understand. No, I don't resent him for it.
I want to struggle, to break his grip, but for once I had the chance to make good on the promise that I wouldn't keep anything else from him, even if the future was too horrible to imagine. So instead, I force myself to breathe through the stuffiness of the room. "He doesn't know." I want to tell Peeta that I have no intention of telling him, but now I'm not so sure. It hadn't worked before, and the island seemed to want to make sure that everyone knew my secrets. Fine. If he wanted to know, I wouldn't keep it from him.
"We were fighting a war. He designed a bomb that preyed on human compassion. They would go off first, and as the medics swarmed in to help, they'd explode a second time. In the Capitol. There was a pen full of children and - and Prim wanted to help." Prim, who was meant to be a doctor and go on to live in this new world we'd all fought to create. But there might as well not be a world if Prim wasn't in it. I dig deep with my fingernails in the skin of my palm, letting the sting of it bring me back to reality. "It was the same bomb that burned us." Us. Peeta was a fire-mutt now too.
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I want to struggle, to break his grip, but for once I had the chance to make good on the promise that I wouldn't keep anything else from him, even if the future was too horrible to imagine. So instead, I force myself to breathe through the stuffiness of the room. "He doesn't know." I want to tell Peeta that I have no intention of telling him, but now I'm not so sure. It hadn't worked before, and the island seemed to want to make sure that everyone knew my secrets. Fine. If he wanted to know, I wouldn't keep it from him.
"We were fighting a war. He designed a bomb that preyed on human compassion. They would go off first, and as the medics swarmed in to help, they'd explode a second time. In the Capitol. There was a pen full of children and - and Prim wanted to help." Prim, who was meant to be a doctor and go on to live in this new world we'd all fought to create. But there might as well not be a world if Prim wasn't in it. I dig deep with my fingernails in the skin of my palm, letting the sting of it bring me back to reality. "It was the same bomb that burned us." Us. Peeta was a fire-mutt now too.