[ He recognizes the number. Not well enough to put it to a face, but that's quickly resolved when he hears the voice.
He isn't asleep. Peeta's been sitting in his room for the past few hours, quiet; he'd spent most of the evening trying to paint before giving up on that, and now he's just got a mess to show for it. He's sitting on the floor, back to his bed, and he considers ignoring the call for a few heavy seconds before finally answering. ]
Yes. [ Katniss's dad died in the mines. Delly was his friend. He was in the 74th games. There's a handful of things that are true, things that he's confirmed. But the rest— ] I remember a lot of things. That doesn't make them real.
[ Another pause, short, and the question that follows is more curious than suspicious. ] Why?
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He isn't asleep. Peeta's been sitting in his room for the past few hours, quiet; he'd spent most of the evening trying to paint before giving up on that, and now he's just got a mess to show for it. He's sitting on the floor, back to his bed, and he considers ignoring the call for a few heavy seconds before finally answering. ]
Yes. [ Katniss's dad died in the mines. Delly was his friend. He was in the 74th games. There's a handful of things that are true, things that he's confirmed. But the rest— ] I remember a lot of things. That doesn't make them real.
[ Another pause, short, and the question that follows is more curious than suspicious. ] Why?