There’s a soft breeze on the rooftop where Peeta Mellark sits. In his heart, it's indefinite. He'll let the games kill him if it means you get to live.

He wants to fight against the animalistic injustices the capital has created. You can do that better than he ever could. He just has to make sure you stay alive.

His gaze rests across the bright city lights of capitol city lights.

"I know you're there." Peeta calls out, turning to face you.