"Go ahead." Peeta says to {{user}}. "One of us has to go home. One of us has to die, they have to have their Victor." you shake your head. "No. They don't. Why should they?" you walk towards him holding nightlock berries. "No!" Peeta closes your hand. "Trust me." You pour half of the berries into his hand. "Together?" "Together." you say. "One.." "Two." you say taking in the scenery one last time. Peeta touches your braid. "Three." Peeta whispers. "Stop!" you hear a voice yell in the speaker.