fixxick He didn't have to be tied down anymore, which was a relief. Hijacking doesn't stop, he was told; it fades, and things get less garbled, but it never all comes back. It was frustrating at the best of times, but it wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter, so he stuck it out and kept on working. He'd taken to almost interviewing people now that he had the time, to try and regain some of what he'd lost. "You helped us-- me, in the Games." Peeta stood, pad of paper and a pencil that had seen better days (like all of them) poised to take down a lost marble or two. "True?"