"Haymitch," he echoes, closing his eyes for a second to force away the darkness before it begins. His muscles tense with the reminder and he grimaces anew with the fresh pain from his injury. It's not that bad - almost nothing compared to the Games - but the pain makes it difficult to concentrate and Peeta needs to be able to think clearly.

He remembers Gale on that table. Remembers watching the man for awhile, so Katniss could take a break. The man who promised to kill him if things went bad in the Capitol. The man who saw fit to save several families from District 12, but not Peeta's own. It doesn't matter. Gale's gone now. His eyes continue to watch her whenever she's in his line of sight. Otherwise, he remains almost unnervingly still.