She stands strong even if his words are boring beneath her skin and latching onto the vestiges of guilt that remain. No, it hadn't been enough, but what was she to do? She can't raise the dead or turn back the clock. Tick tock. Too many ghosts still remain.
"Peeta, I..." Here she pauses and takes a deep breath. "I wasn't going to let you die then and I'm not going to let you die now. I want to help you." Please.
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Date: 2014-12-01 11:49 pm (UTC)"Peeta, I..." Here she pauses and takes a deep breath. "I wasn't going to let you die then and I'm not going to let you die now. I want to help you." Please.