He knew the instinct that she was fighting. He loved many things about her, but this had never been one of them. There was a time to run, to hide and flee but sometimes staying was the best thing to do. He wasn’t about to let her tell him this and then run from it. That wouldn’t be fair to anyone.
Hand still on her wrist, he stared at her. This wasn’t her fault, just like it wasn’t the fault of that broken boy in the bed. It would eventually be his fault, in a world where Gale lived past the burning of District 12, but that hadn’t happened yet. “You have to tell him. Not now, but he has a right to know,” Peeta said firmly. If it had been him who made such things, then he would want to know. Even if he was powerless to change it, he would still want to know.
Exhaling roughly, hard lines forming on his face he shot a glance at the bed. There was nothing that could justify such a weapon. To victimize people who were already hurt, to tell people that compassion was so dangerous it was better to let everyone die rather than help a few. That was disgusting. Those were weapons both sides wanted to exist. To paint the enemy as the monsters they wanted them to be.
Letting out a grunt of frustration, he was left temporarily speechless. Peeta who had always been so good with words had no idea what to say. “That’s...what?” He turned back to her, taking in her scarred skin. “You didn’t tell me. Why?”
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Hand still on her wrist, he stared at her. This wasn’t her fault, just like it wasn’t the fault of that broken boy in the bed. It would eventually be his fault, in a world where Gale lived past the burning of District 12, but that hadn’t happened yet. “You have to tell him. Not now, but he has a right to know,” Peeta said firmly. If it had been him who made such things, then he would want to know. Even if he was powerless to change it, he would still want to know.
Exhaling roughly, hard lines forming on his face he shot a glance at the bed. There was nothing that could justify such a weapon. To victimize people who were already hurt, to tell people that compassion was so dangerous it was better to let everyone die rather than help a few. That was disgusting. Those were weapons both sides wanted to exist. To paint the enemy as the monsters they wanted them to be.
Letting out a grunt of frustration, he was left temporarily speechless. Peeta who had always been so good with words had no idea what to say. “That’s...what?” He turned back to her, taking in her scarred skin. “You didn’t tell me. Why?”