[Clove looks right at her. At the girl who killed Cato. The Girl who was on Fire. The girl from the outlying district who got an 11.
This is respect.
Because this girl is what Clove isn't. Has -- or had, but will have again -- what Clove won't.
Peeta Mellark is one of a kind. Not that she was ever interested. No. Cato's her type. But she'd gotten to know Lover Boy. That charm, the care. The heart. That was what a lot of tributes lacked, either from the time they went in or by the time they died, but even she knew that the boy from District Twelve was good. It had always made her uneasy, but there was something... admirable about it. Desirable, too, in a way. Enough to provoke just a streak of envy.
Not a dangerous one, though.]
We measure debts differently, Twelve. I was in yours. Now I'm not.
action;
[Clove looks right at her. At the girl who killed Cato. The Girl who was on Fire. The girl from the outlying district who got an 11.
This is respect.
Because this girl is what Clove isn't. Has -- or had, but will have again -- what Clove won't.
Peeta Mellark is one of a kind. Not that she was ever interested. No. Cato's her type. But she'd gotten to know Lover Boy. That charm, the care. The heart. That was what a lot of tributes lacked, either from the time they went in or by the time they died, but even she knew that the boy from District Twelve was good. It had always made her uneasy, but there was something... admirable about it. Desirable, too, in a way. Enough to provoke just a streak of envy.
Not a dangerous one, though.]
We measure debts differently, Twelve. I was in yours. Now I'm not.
That simple.