It's the pain that starts to bring him back. The more tightly his muscles tense in anticipation of a fight, the more it tugs at his freshly bandaged wound. That her words then insist she did everything she could pulls him back from tumbling off that precipice. His hands splay at his sides and hold there. Peets drops his gaze to look at them, consciously willing them to remark before lifting his eyes again.
"It wasn't enough," he says quietly. Angry, but also hurt. The tribute smirks again, with less confidence. "Thanks for the bandage. I suppose when you can't fix anything, bandaging it is the next best option. Helping me because maybe one day I'll heal enough that you won't have to feel guilty anymore. I hope I don't. I hope I never do."
Not real. Peeta seems to catch that the words are lies as soon as they leave his mouth and awkward straightens in his posture. The renewed pain helps ground him again. "No. Why wouldn't you let me die? I should have died."
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Date: 2014-12-01 07:27 am (UTC)"It wasn't enough," he says quietly. Angry, but also hurt. The tribute smirks again, with less confidence. "Thanks for the bandage. I suppose when you can't fix anything, bandaging it is the next best option. Helping me because maybe one day I'll heal enough that you won't have to feel guilty anymore. I hope I don't. I hope I never do."
Not real. Peeta seems to catch that the words are lies as soon as they leave his mouth and awkward straightens in his posture. The renewed pain helps ground him again. "No. Why wouldn't you let me die? I should have died."