[The good times. With Gale. Because he doesn't know. He doesn't know what Gale was responsible for. Even if indirectly. She'll never be able to look at him, think of him, without wondering. Questioning. Just how much the parachutes were his idea.
And for the first time since the last time she saw him, thinking of Gale actually hurts. A pit in her stomach opens up, threatens to swallow her whole.
He has no idea. And why should he? Things were bad but not as bad as they would become.]
She died. [A whisper. Of all the things to tell him. She doesn't know why she's telling him this.] She died, Peeta. It's why that stupid cat is here. Buttercup's- [A choked sob.] -mine now.
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And for the first time since the last time she saw him, thinking of Gale actually hurts. A pit in her stomach opens up, threatens to swallow her whole.
He has no idea. And why should he? Things were bad but not as bad as they would become.]
She died. [A whisper. Of all the things to tell him. She doesn't know why she's telling him this.] She died, Peeta. It's why that stupid cat is here. Buttercup's- [A choked sob.] -mine now.