He goes still, his voice cracks, and right away, I feel guilty for it. I shouldn't have said anything, just gone back to sleep and let him do the same like we've done so many times since the Games, but then, this isn't quite that, either. It's been so long, the first time, for me, since the Capitol got a hold of him, and no matter how much better I feel here with him, enough that I should be able to fall asleep again, I almost can't let myself, like I'm the one who's not sure now what's real and what isn't. I don't want to wake up and have it all be imaginary.

"No," I agree, reluctant, but I can't do anything else. He's right. Especially here, with people starting to do things, trying to get some sort of government set up or whatever, we shouldn't forget. We have to make sure it doesn't happen again. "It probably wouldn't." I sigh, dissatisfied. It might be true, but I don't have to like it, and I can't help wanting to look for something more. "Peeta."