[The irritation spreads as quickly as fire. She's reminded enough nights about that. Hears the screams of the boy and the snarls of the mutts as they slowly turn him into an unrecognizable hunk of meat. But she had had Peeta to think about. Peeta, who had been the best of them all. More deserving than either her or Cato had been. And the only arrow left had been used to truncate Peeta's leg. Who was she to potentially sacrifice Peeta for Cato?
She gives in to the anger easily enough. It feels good after dwelling in sorrow for the week. And Cato, somehow, just has this way of bringing out the worst in her.
But glancing down at the sleeping Peeta, she still knows better. She still scowls and her words are still tinged with a cold ire, but she doesn't give in.]
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She gives in to the anger easily enough. It feels good after dwelling in sorrow for the week. And Cato, somehow, just has this way of bringing out the worst in her.
But glancing down at the sleeping Peeta, she still knows better. She still scowls and her words are still tinged with a cold ire, but she doesn't give in.]
There's the treaty.