“It’s like the bread. How I never seem to get over owing you for that,” I say. “The bread? What? From when we were kids?” he says. “I think we can let that go. I mean, you just brought me back from the dead.” “But you didn’t know me. We had never even spoken. Besides, it’s the first gift that’s always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn’t even have been here to do it if you hadn’t helped me then,” I say. “Why did you, anyway?” “Why? You know why,” Peeta says. I give my head a slight, painful shake. “Haymitch said you would take a lot of convincing.”
