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That first night on the train, Peeta spends most of the evening sitting near the window, aimlessly staring at the dark landscape.
Logically, he knew he should probably get as much rest as he could, but that was easier said than done. And the rich food had made him queasy to boot.
He wasn't sure if he loved or hated Katniss for what she did. On one hand, he admired her protection of her sister, but on the other hand he would rather be against anyone but her. He didn't know what to do about her. She at least was oblivious to his feelings. His embarrassment would only be complete if she found that out now.
And to think this time yesterday, he was having what would end up being his last meal at home, worried, but not truly believing that his name, or his brother's would be called out. And he'd happily been watching Katniss Everdeen from afar.
Now they were hundreds of miles from District 12, forced together on the way to their deaths.
Well, he amended, at least one of us is.
He would not be surprised if Katniss was the one to scrape through a District 12 victory after all these years. Peeta Mellark, on the other hand, he rather suspected would be out of the Games before too long.