Peeta laughed, a soft laugh, one without much humor in it. This is what it is. But is what they're doing, is it better Because that's what the Capitol thinks. The districts don't think that, and the rebellion didn't, either.

They'd been trying to do something, he and Katniss. But they didn't even know where they'd start.

Peeta smiled back, taking a drink. "No. It is my fault." The districts were easier to talk in without being overheard. Not that they were totally free, but.

"It's my fault. Mine and Katniss. If we hadn't... our game was the last one, before they started taking you guys. And we were the reason for that."