I'm just a soldier. [ –Is a deflection, a hollow, defensive answer when Peeta has offered so much without question.
It doesn't sit well. His silence after is tense and heavy. Hesitant. Then: ] Pretty sure I was a weapon already.
[ He has scars he doesn't remember getting, shrapnel and bullet wounds that are there in his earliest memories. In the dark, he remembers tracing their shape with cold metal fingertips. He wasn't whole then, either. ]
They just— [ he thinks of Natalia, of the taser sharp in his side — Do you realize you were just yelling at Mikhail and Andre in English? He shifts, cracking his neck. ] They just got rid of everything else. The distractions.
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It doesn't sit well. His silence after is tense and heavy. Hesitant. Then: ] Pretty sure I was a weapon already.
[ He has scars he doesn't remember getting, shrapnel and bullet wounds that are there in his earliest memories. In the dark, he remembers tracing their shape with cold metal fingertips. He wasn't whole then, either. ]
They just— [ he thinks of Natalia, of the taser sharp in his side — Do you realize you were just yelling at Mikhail and Andre in English? He shifts, cracking his neck. ] They just got rid of everything else. The distractions.
[ Me. ]