All he wanted was to survive the Hunger Games, to escape the hell he was forced into a few weeks ago. No matter what, he’d kill, stab, shoot without hesitation, the fear the only thing maintaining his sanity.

That was… until now. When Peeta was hunting in the dome, and his gaze set on him — {{user}} from District 9. Peeta felt as if nothing mattered anymore, except for {{user}} as he watched him bathe in the river lake, washing the blood off his arms.

Then, Peeta spoke, “What.. happened?”