'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.

'Always.' In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.


'You and me, we made a deal to try and save him. Remember?' Haymitch says. When I don't respond, he disconnects after a curt 'Try and remember.'

'You and me, we made a deal to try and save him. Remember?' Haymitch says. When I don't respond, he disconnects after a curt 'Try and remember.'

I’m the one Snow turned into a weapon.


 I utter my first words since my sister’s death. "I don’t believe you."

I utter my first words since my sister’s death. "I don’t believe you."


Teresa Agnes - Subject A1: The Betrayer

Teresa Agnes - Subject A1: The Betrayer

Killers. Where we got left to run?

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