Peeta: “It was all for the Games. How you acted.”
Katniss: “Not all of it,”
Peeta: “Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?”
Katniss: “I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming.
Peeta: “Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.
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