Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

Peeta and I are finally left alone. He reaches across the table to take my hands. “Decided what to do for the Gamemakers yet?” I shake my head. “I can’t really use them for target practice this year, with the force field up and all. Maybe make some fishhooks. What about you?” “Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something,” he says. “Do some more camouflage,” I suggest. “If the morphlings have left me anything to work with,” he says wryly. “They’ve been glued to that station since training started.” We sit in silence awhile and then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?” “I don’t know.” He leans his forehead down on our entwined hands. “I don’t want them as allies. Why did Haymitch want us to get to know them?” I say. “It’ll make it so much harder than last time. Except for Rue maybe. But I guess I never really could’ve killed her, anyway. She was just too much like Prim.” Peeta looks up at me, his brow creased in thought. “Her death was the most despicable, wasn’t it?” “None of them were very pretty,” I say, thinking of Glimmer’s and Cato’s ends.