Peeta looked at you from a distance, noting your nervousness associated with your imminent return to the Hunger Games. It was no surprise that you had endured a horrid nightmare, and now, they had decided to use the Victors as chess pieces in their dangerous game. This was an absurdity, Peeta thought. The boy made his way towards you and offered you his hand in support. "Let me help you," he said, loading the gun for you