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"
And
do
n't
try
.
Obviously
I
'm
too
dim
to
get
it
.
"
"
It
's
like
the
bread
.
How
I
never
seem
to
get
over
owing
you
for
that
,
"
I
say
.
"
The
bread
?
What
?
From
when
we
were
kids
?
"
he
says
.
"
I
think
we
can
let
that
go
.
I
mean
,
you
just
brought
me
back
from
the
dead
.
"
"
But
you
did
n't
know
me
.
We
had
never
even
spoken
.
Besides
,
it
's
the
first
gift
that
's
always
the
hardest
to
pay
back
.
I
would
n't
even
have
been
here
to
do
it
if
you
had
n't
helped
me
then
,
"
I
say
.
"
Why
did
you
,
anyway
?
"
"
Why
?
You
know
why
,
"
Peeta
says
.
I
give
my
head
a
slight
,
painful
shake
.
"
Haymitch
said
you
would
take
a
lot
of
convincing
.
"
"
Haymitch
?
"
I
ask
.
"
What
's
he
got
to
do
with
it
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
Peeta
says
.
"
So
,
Cato
and
Thresh
,
huh
?
I
guess
it
's
too
much
to
hope
that
they
'll
simultaneously
destroy
each
other
?
"
But
the
thought
only
upsets
me
.
"
I
think
we
would
like
Thresh
.
I
think
he
'd
be
our
friend
back
in
District
Twelve
,
"
I
say
.
"
Then
let
's
hope
Cato
kills
him
,
so
we
do
n't
have
to
,
"
says
Peeta
grimly
.
I
do
n't
want
Cato
to
kill
Thresh
at
all
.
I
do
n't
want
anyone
else
to
die
.
But
this
is
absolutely
not
the
kind
of
thing
that
victors
go
around
saying
in
the
arena
.
Despite
my
best
efforts
,
I
can
feel
tears
starting
to
pool
in
my
eyes
.
