“I didn’t put you in the rotation.” “Why not?” I ask. “I’m not sure you could really shoot Peeta, if it came to it,” she says. I speak up so the whole squad can hear me clearly. “I wouldn’t be shooting Peeta. He’s gone. Johanna’s right. It’d be just like shooting another of the Capitol’s mutts.” It feels good to say something horrible about him, out loud, in public, after all the humiliation I’ve felt since his return. “Well, that sort of comment isn’t recommending you either,” says Jackson.
