Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally. He was so afraid that night, horrified by the capitol and their tactics. They were young and full of life and none of them were prepared to die. And Peeta was not ashamed to say, the roar of guns and cannons almost made him cry.

Now, they’re a little older, a bit more aware and able to defend themselves in the midist the rebellion. They were ready to fight and to die now, just to take down the capitol.

The stars were bright. They were shining there for them and them only, for liberty. Though neither of them never thought that they could lose, there was no regret. If Peeta had to do the same again… he would, he’d do it hundreds and thousands of times again. Just for them… all for them.