[ The games already turned him into a weapon, more so than he'd ever wanted to be. This is different — more precise, calculated. The surge of instinctive fear and anger he feels whenever he sees Katniss, the feeling of his hands on her throat. ]
I don't know.
[ His voice is thoughtful. Not grim, but there's no sense of certainty or optimism to it. ]
I think they know more than I do. [ It's an admission he's been reluctant to make, and it just sounds tired. After a beat, he regains some focus. ] Is that what they did to you?
[ Peeta has no idea who "they" is. But he's seen the arm, gets that these questions aren't aimless, and there's a pointed interest to the question, too direct for curiosity. ]
no subject
I don't know.
[ His voice is thoughtful. Not grim, but there's no sense of certainty or optimism to it. ]
I think they know more than I do. [ It's an admission he's been reluctant to make, and it just sounds tired. After a beat, he regains some focus. ] Is that what they did to you?
[ Peeta has no idea who "they" is. But he's seen the arm, gets that these questions aren't aimless, and there's a pointed interest to the question, too direct for curiosity. ]