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"
Not
all
of
it
,
"
I
say
,
tightly
holding
onto
my
flowers
.
"
Then
how
much
?
No
,
forget
that
.
I
guess
the
real
question
is
what
's
going
to
be
left
when
we
get
home
?
"
he
says
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
The
closer
we
get
to
District
Twelve
,
the
more
confused
I
get
,
"
I
say
.
He
waits
,
for
further
explanation
,
but
none
's
forthcoming
.
"
Well
,
let
me
know
when
you
work
it
out
,
"
he
says
,
and
the
pain
in
his
voice
is
palpable
.
I
know
my
ears
are
healed
because
,
even
with
the
rumble
of
the
engine
,
I
can
hear
every
step
he
takes
back
to
the
train
.
By
the
time
I
've
climbed
aboard
,
Peeta
has
disappiared
into
his
room
for
the
night
.
I
do
n't
see
him
the
next
morning
,
either
.
In
fact
,
the
next
time
he
turns
up
,
we
're
pulling
into
District
12
He
gives
me
a
nod
,
his
face
expressionless
.
I
want
to
tell
him
that
he
's
not
being
fair
.
That
we
were
strangers
.
That
I
did
what
it
took
to
stay
alive
,
to
keep
us
both
alive
in
the
arena
.
That
I
ca
n't
explain
how
things
are
with
Gale
because
I
do
n't
know
myself
.
That
it
's
no
good
loving
me
because
I
'm
never
going
to
get
married
anyway
and
he
'd
just
end
up
hating
me
later
instead
of
sooner
.
That
if
I
do
have
feelings
for
him
,
it
does
n't
matter
because
I
'll
never
be
able
to
afford
the
kind
of
love
that
leads
to
a
family
,
to
children
.
And
how
can
he
?
How
can
he
after
what
we
've
just
been
through
?
I
also
want
to
tell
him
how
much
I
already
miss
him
.
But
that
would
n't
be
fair
on
my
part
.
So
we
just
stand
there
silently
,
watching
our
grimy
little
station
rise
up
around
us
.
Through
the
window
,
I
can
see
the
platform
's
thick
with
cameras
.
Everyone
will
be
eagerly
watching
our
homecoming
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
I
see
Peeta
extend
his
hand
.
I
look
at
him
,
unsure
.
"
One
more
time
?
For
the
audience
?
"
he
says
.
His
voice
is
n't
angry
.
It
's
hollow
,
which
is
worse
.
Already
the
boy
with
the
bread
is
slipping
away
from
me
.
