[She thought so at first. Sometime shortly after he had first left. Even tried to force the return herself, manipulating Clove into killing her in hopes the Malnosso wouldn't resuscitate her but just send her home instead.
It hadn't worked. Not even the slightest.
Hope wasn't something she had ever been good at. That optimism that all could be good again, that dandelions would rise every spring. It was a part of the reason Peeta was so important to her. He had that optimism she needed.]
I've been here a year.
[There's doubt in her voice. Doubt that she'll ever get to go back to Panem, to District 12. To Peeta.]
[Voice]
It hadn't worked. Not even the slightest.
Hope wasn't something she had ever been good at. That optimism that all could be good again, that dandelions would rise every spring. It was a part of the reason Peeta was so important to her. He had that optimism she needed.]
I've been here a year.
[There's doubt in her voice. Doubt that she'll ever get to go back to Panem, to District 12. To Peeta.]