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“I never got to thank you..”

Peeta stated as he looked up at Haymitch from the round table they sat at, his eyes somewhat hazy with hesitance due to the words he was about to say. The two were alone in the dining hall in district thirteen, surrounded by gray walls and plain uniforms. It was a welcomed sight though, however boring it may have seemed to his companion. Peeta would gladly take gray surroundings OVER white.

“For keeping your promise to me, the one you made before the games, to get Katniss out no matter what.”

Her name dripped from his lips accompanied by the foulest of venoms, his eyes betraying the hatred that his words presented though, as they held a familiar warmth in them; a warmth that had NOT been present in his eyes for months. There was something about the man not far from him that calmed him, pulled the tranquility that had been buried D E E P within by endless days of torture to the surface.

“I must have loved her a lot, to sacrifice myself for her.”

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“I realize that you’re mostly still a child on the inside and therefore incapable of expressing your feelings in a serious way, but come on--you can NOT expect me to believe that you don’t have a single sweet tooth in your entire mouth.”

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Finnick sat alone on the bed, rope in hand. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had last gotten up. Ten minutes? Ten Hours? Looking down he noticed his fingers were raw and bloody, though he was numb to the pain. The thin rope in his hands threatened to break apart, having been knotted and re-knotted at least a hundred times.

He heard the sound of someone entering the room but didn’t even have the strength to see who it was. “Get out.” His voice cracked from lack of use.

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on the day that she was reaped, she never thought she’d feel she was “safe” again. not until she died, anyway, and even then, she wouldn’t be able to FEEL. yet here she is, katniss on one side of peeta and herself on the other, trying to support him so he can walk. she’s trying not to notice the blood that’s everywhere and trying to ignore the pain of his w e i g h t over her own svelte form. and despite everything, she felt safe, because she knew the two of them wouldn’t let anything happen to HER and vice versa. they’ve stumbled through the forest for what feels like hours now, barely talking, and that’s when katniss spots it - a cave, tucked in beneath moss. a few more hobbling steps and they reach it, peeta placed upon the floor as katniss soothes his worries, rue herself attempting to TEND to the wound, but there isn’t enough in the cave to care for it. her hands shake as she realizes just how bad it is, realizes the chances of peeta’s survival are slim to none, but she doesn’t want to a c c e p t it. so she refuses to. a day passes in the cave, rue tending to peeta’s wounds with herbs she knows to help and using vines and moss and katniss’s rope to tourniquet it. she knows that it’s not perfect, that it’s just district eleven’s basic treatments, but it’s something.

it’s the second day that rue leaves the cave again to replenish her supply. it’s a basic trip - shouldn’t take more than fifteen, twenty minutes - but she has no idea just how HAYWIRE things are going to go. she’s seeking out the herbs still when she hears it. a loud, cracking sound, akin to the static of the mic on reaping day and the b l a r e of a cannon shot. her gaze is wide as she freezes, and suddenly, the world begins to shake.

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she isn’t sure where she hated it more - here in district thirteen, or the capitol. sure, she knew she was safe here, and she didn’t know that in the capitol; and she know that somewhere, katniss was here, too. but here, in district thirteen, she hears the WHISPERS. can feel the eyes on her, fists in their own right. watching the young girl with the sallow-grey skin and the silvered scars on her body, the still healing bruises and l a c e r a t i o n s. it’s why she’s chosen to try and stay behind doors in the medical area while she was still permitted. why she’s found the morphine to be such a good friend when they still gave it to her in times of “EXTREME” pain. she’s not expecting her door to open, and jumps in surprise when it does - turning around quickly to face the entering being. brows furrow slightly as she tries to place the f a m i l i a r i t y of the man’s face, and barely speaks above a whisper once she places him. ❝ haymitch, r-right? you’re haymitch? ❞

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