him behind?” “We can make the argument that he’ll endanger us,” I say. “He might stay here, if we’re convincing.” Peeta’s fairly rational about our suggestion. He readily agrees that his company could put the other four of us at risk. I’m thinking this may all work out, that he can just sit out the war in Tigris’s cellar, when he announces he’s going out on his own. “To do what?” asks Cressida. “I’m not sure exactly. The one
