[She doesn't blame him. Not like she still blames Gale. Still thinks of him and thinks of those bombs. Of Prim. But she can sit here right now. Hide herself against Peeta's familiar, comforting body and not think of anything but how grateful she is that he's still here.
At least they didn't take him, too.]
It's not your fault. [She tilts her head just enough to meet his eyes.] I should have been here, Peeta. I should've been here to protect both of you.
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At least they didn't take him, too.]
It's not your fault. [She tilts her head just enough to meet his eyes.] I should have been here, Peeta. I should've been here to protect both of you.