[ There isn't a greeting. The transmission isn't anonymous, though, the number the same as the one that had been printed on his arm when they'd met, if Peeta had caught it. (The soldier hadn't — he just stalks the network.) But his voice is the same, too, just as rough and graveled as it had been when he'd slid down the wall in front of Peeta and asked if the kid was still with him.
It's also the middle of the night, as much as 'night' has any meaning in space. He isn't sleeping much, lately. ]
Do you remember anything, from before that room in the Capitol?
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It's also the middle of the night, as much as 'night' has any meaning in space. He isn't sleeping much, lately. ]
Do you remember anything, from before that room in the Capitol?