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He
's
asking
for
an
explanation
,
and
I
'm
tempted
to
give
him
one
.
We
both
know
he
covered
for
me
.
So
here
I
am
in
his
debt
again
.
If
I
tell
him
the
truth
about
the
girl
,
somehow
that
might
even
things
up
.
How
can
it
hurt
really
?
Even
if
he
repeated
the
story
,
it
could
n't
do
me
much
harm
.
It
was
just
something
I
witnessed
.
And
he
lied
as
much
as
I
did
about
Delly
Cartwright
.
I
realize
I
do
want
to
talk
to
someone
about
the
girl
.
Someone
who
might
be
able
to
help
me
figure
out
her
story
.
Gale
would
be
my
first
choice
,
but
it
's
unlikely
I
'll
ever
see
Gale
again
.
I
try
to
think
if
telling
Peeta
could
give
him
any
possible
advantage
over
me
,
but
I
do
n't
see
how
.
Maybe
sharing
a
confidence
will
actually
make
him
believe
I
see
him
as
a
friend
.
Besides
,
the
idea
of
the
girl
with
her
maimed
tongue
frightens
me
.
She
has
reminded
me
why
I
'm
here
.
Not
to
model
flashy
costumes
and
eat
delicacies
.
But
to
die
a
bloody
death
while
the
crowds
urge
on
my
killer
.
To
tell
or
not
to
tell
?
My
brain
still
feels
slow
from
the
wine
.
I
stare
down
the
empty
corridor
as
if
the
decision
lies
there
.
Peeta
picks
up
on
my
hesitation
.
"
Have
you
been
on
the
roof
yet
?
"
I
shake
my
head
.
"
Cinna
showed
me
.
You
can
practically
see
the
whole
city
.
The
wind
's
a
bit
loud
,
though
.
"
I
translate
this
into
"
No
one
will
overhear
us
talking
"
in
my
head
.
You
do
have
the
sense
that
we
might
be
under
surveillance
here
.
"
Can
we
just
go
up
?
"
"
Sure
,
come
on
,
"
says
Peeta
.
I
follow
him
to
a
flight
of
stairs
that
lead
to
the
roof
.
There
's
a
small
dome-shaped
room
with
a
door
to
the
outside
.
As
we
step
into
the
cool
,
windy
evening
air
,
I
catch
my
breath
at
the
view
.
The
Capitol
twinkles
like
a
vast
field
of
fireflies
.
Electricity
in
District
12
comes
and
goes
,
usually
we
only
have
it
a
few
hours
a
day
.
Often
the
evenings
are
spent
in
candlelight
.
The
only
time
you
can
count
on
it
is
when
they
're
airing
the
Games
or
some
important
government
message
on
television
that
it
's
mandatory
to
watch
.
But
here
there
would
be
no
shortage
.
Ever
.
Peeta
and
I
walk
to
a
railing
at
the
edge
of
the
roof
.
I
look
straight
down
the
side
of
the
building
to
the
street
,
which
is
buzzing
with
people
.
You
can
hear
their
cars
,
an
occasional
shout
,
and
a
strange
metallic
tinkling
.
In
District
12
,
we
'd
all
be
thinking
about
bed
right
now
.
