[ A few months ago, no. But the filters that would've told him to keep it to himself then are gone, so there isn't much hesitation when he replies: ]
I haven't had my leg for a year and it feels like they just cut it off yesterday. I don't know which one's real, but it doesn't really matter. Knowing won't make it stop. Neither will talking.
[ It isn't meant as a rejection. He realizes belatedly that it kind of looks like one, and the follow-up comes a few seconds later. ]
[ That earns a short laugh. Very sensible reply, all things considered. There's a slight delay, though it's just for digging through memories. ]
It's been over a year. I lost it after the 74th Games.
[ That's progress, right? Still doesn't really matter, but at least the memory feels solid. Peeta has zero interest in going anywhere near the medbay. ]
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I haven't had my leg for a year and it feels like they just cut it off yesterday. I don't know which one's real, but it doesn't really matter. Knowing won't make it stop. Neither will talking.
[ It isn't meant as a rejection. He realizes belatedly that it kind of looks like one, and the follow-up comes a few seconds later. ]
But thanks for the offer.
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A medical professional could tell you how long your leg has been gone.
do you want to keep this going or do a post-jump cake log xoxo
It's been over a year. I lost it after the 74th Games.
[ That's progress, right? Still doesn't really matter, but at least the memory feels solid. Peeta has zero interest in going anywhere near the medbay. ]
I'll call you after the jump, Edgeworth.
cake log