[She nods. Maybe she could expand on the story. On that climax of entertainment, the night that must have kept the Capitol's viewers on the edge of their seats. That night that would have been the highlight of the 74th Annual Hunger Games if not for her accidental rebellion. If not for the berries and the spark.
How there nearly were only two tributes left. Two tributes that would not have been allowed to go home together. That would have been named the lone Victor, that person who stuck first. Cato nearly killed Peeta. Held him as a shield and nearly strangled him. That it had been her and Peeta together that had knocked the District Two tribute off the Cornucopia. And how they had sat there for the most of the night, her and Peeta, listening to Cato's moans and pleas.
How even in killing Cato, she nearly took Peeta's life. The arrow that had been used as a tourniquet to his leg. The last arrow she had left.
But there's really not much more to say. Just a nod and:]
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How there nearly were only two tributes left. Two tributes that would not have been allowed to go home together. That would have been named the lone Victor, that person who stuck first. Cato nearly killed Peeta. Held him as a shield and nearly strangled him. That it had been her and Peeta together that had knocked the District Two tribute off the Cornucopia. And how they had sat there for the most of the night, her and Peeta, listening to Cato's moans and pleas.
How even in killing Cato, she nearly took Peeta's life. The arrow that had been used as a tourniquet to his leg. The last arrow she had left.
But there's really not much more to say. Just a nod and:]
I killed him.