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“Well, too bad. You’ll go down in history as the boy on fire. I think that’s exciting.” Peeta beams at Kit, his smile cutting through the dim lighting. “You’ve given people a reason to talk about District 12.” He watches the city below them while Kit speaks, focusing on the twinkling lights. “I doubt it. Why would they ever stop and wonder how we feel? They’d feel sympathy and then there’d be talk of ending the games and it’s what they live for.” Peeta offers with a shrug, shivering slightly. “I really, really, really regret not bringing a jacket up here with me..It’s freezing.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ll be known as probably the only good person in this whole lineup..” He shrugged and looked across at Peeta, watching his sweet eyes. Kit was lost in their crystal-ness and he didn’t really want to admit it. “Uh.. I mean. You can have my sweater. Or something.” Kit had zero idea what he was doing. He couldn’t even remember why he came up to the rooftop. It was something with Peeta. He seems to make you forget everything that was going on. Kit didn’t like that.











