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I
do
n't
really
seem
to
have
much
choice
.
Peeta
feeds
me
bites
of
groosling
and
raisins
and
makes
me
drink
plenty
of
water
.
He
rubs
some
warmth
back
into
my
feet
and
wraps
them
in
his
jacket
before
tucking
the
sleeping
bag
back
up
around
my
chin
.
"
Your
boots
and
socks
are
still
damp
and
the
weather
's
not
helping
much
,
"
he
says
.
There
's
a
clap
of
thunder
,
and
I
see
lightning
electrify
the
sky
through
an
opening
in
the
rocks
.
Rain
drips
through
several
holes
in
the
ceiling
,
but
Peeta
has
built
a
sort
of
canopy
over
my
head
an
upper
body
by
wedging
the
square
of
plastic
into
the
rock
above
me
.
"
I
wonder
what
brought
on
this
storm
?
I
mean
,
who
's
the
target
?
"
says
Peeta
.
"
Cato
and
Thresh
,
"
I
say
without
thinking
.
"
Foxface
will
be
in
her
den
somewhere
,
and
Clove
.
she
cut
me
an
then
.
"
My
voice
trails
off
.
"
I
know
Clove
's
dead
.
I
saw
it
in
the
sky
last
night
,
"
h
says
.
"
Did
you
kill
her
?
"
"
No
.
Thresh
broke
her
skull
with
a
rock
,
"
I
say
.
"
Lucky
he
did
n't
catch
you
,
too
,
"
says
Peeta
.
The
memory
of
the
feast
returns
full-force
and
I
feel
sick
.
"
He
did
.
But
he
let
me
go
.
"
Then
,
of
course
,
I
have
to
tell
him
.
About
things
I
've
kept
to
myself
because
he
was
too
sick
to
ask
and
I
was
n't
ready
to
relive
anyway
.
Like
the
explosion
and
my
ear
and
Rue
's
dying
and
the
boy
from
District
1
and
the
bread
.
All
of
which
leads
to
what
happened
with
Thresh
and
how
he
was
paying
off
a
debt
of
sorts
.
"
He
let
you
go
because
he
did
n't
want
to
owe
you
anything
?
"
asks
Peeta
in
disbelief
.
"
Yes
.
I
do
n't
expect
you
to
understand
it
.
You
've
always
had
enough
.
But
if
you
'd
lived
in
the
Seam
,
I
would
n't
have
to
explain
,
"
I
say
.
