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My
foot
has
just
broken
the
surface
of
the
water
when
I
hear
a
voice
.
"
You
here
to
finish
me
off
,
sweetheart
?
"
I
whip
around
.
It
's
come
from
the
left
,
so
I
ca
n't
pick
it
up
very
well
.
And
the
voice
was
hoarse
and
weak
.
Still
,
it
must
have
been
Peeta
.
Who
else
in
the
arena
would
call
me
sweetheart
?
My
eyes
peruse
the
bank
,
but
there
's
nothing
.
Just
mud
,
the
plants
,
the
base
of
the
rocks
.
"
Peeta
?
"
I
whisper
.
"
Where
are
you
?
"
There
's
no
answer
.
Could
I
just
have
imagined
it
?
No
,
I
'm
certain
it
was
real
and
very
close
at
hand
,
too
.
"
Peeta
?
"
I
creep
along
the
bank
.
"
Well
,
do
n't
step
on
me
.
"
I
jump
back
.
His
voice
was
right
under
my
feet
.
Still
there
's
nothing
.
Then
his
eyes
open
,
unmistakably
blue
in
the
brown
mud
and
green
leaves
.
I
gasp
and
am
rewarded
with
a
hint
of
white
teeth
as
he
laughs
.
It
's
the
final
word
in
camouflage
.
Forget
chucking
weights
around
.
Peeta
should
have
gone
into
his
private
session
with
the
Gamemakers
and
painted
himself
into
a
tree
.
Or
a
boulder
.
Or
a
muddy
bank
full
of
weeds
.
"
Close
your
eyes
again
,
"
I
order
.
He
does
,
and
his
mouth
,
too
,
and
completely
disappears
.
Most
of
what
I
judge
to
be
his
body
is
actually
under
a
layer
of
mud
and
plants
.
His
face
and
arms
are
so
artfully
disguised
as
to
be
invisible
.
I
kneel
beside
him
.
"
I
guess
all
those
hours
decorating
cakes
paid
off
.
"
Peeta
smiles
.
"
Yes
,
frosting
.
The
final
defense
of
the
dying
.
"
