[Gone is a pretty specific choice of word. It's got a finality to it, something more than everything else they've been discussing. Better or worse than having your tongue removed? At least a servant is alive, even if they're a servant. But having your home destroyed--there's something in that which would make you want to fight, isn't there? Or there ought to be. The brutality feels so much more purposeful.
And this is what they do to the people that win their fucking Games. Yeah, great.]
Jesus.
[He mumbles it, first, to himself. And what do you say to any of that? He wants to apologise, but like it would mean anything coming from him. What does gone mean, exactly? Bombed out? And you still want to go back? is the question that comes next to him, but he doesn't say that, either. Just falls silent, for a second.]
Why?
[He asks it, and then sort of wishes he hadn't. But Peeta doesn't have to answer, not if he doesn't want to.]
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And this is what they do to the people that win their fucking Games. Yeah, great.]
Jesus.
[He mumbles it, first, to himself. And what do you say to any of that? He wants to apologise, but like it would mean anything coming from him. What does gone mean, exactly? Bombed out? And you still want to go back? is the question that comes next to him, but he doesn't say that, either. Just falls silent, for a second.]
Why?
[He asks it, and then sort of wishes he hadn't. But Peeta doesn't have to answer, not if he doesn't want to.]