His eyes meet hers with a cold ferocity, not aggressive but intentionally detached now in a different way. Peeta stiffens, his muscles tensing to match her own. It's an unconscious thing and he doesn't notice it, busy watching her for signs of her reaction as if studying a lizard being poked with a stick.
"You couldn't save her." It's not an accusation, but a fact. He states it as such. The hijacking is creeping back in.
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Date: 2014-12-01 06:58 am (UTC)"You couldn't save her." It's not an accusation, but a fact. He states it as such. The hijacking is creeping back in.