//Peetas pov//
As if in perfect timing the television cuts her off, and the once bubbly Caesar Flickerman pops on.
"Good afternoon," He starts, his hair the same magenta color.
Caesar begins, talking about us rebels, and how we are now "dead".
Finnick chuckles as his picture, district, and name pop up on the screen.
I have to laugh a little bit to once myself is placed into the screen.
Katniss doesn't budge, or say a word. She just focuses on the screen, expressionless.
Soon Snow appears and I turn away, not wanting to see his face. That reeks of poison, and greed.
"Peeta?" Katniss asks and puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah?" I ask staying in the same position.
"The broadcasts.. It's over."
I turn around and face her, her expression filled with pain.
I guess that's what war does to you.
"What were you saying earlier?" I ask.
"Nothing," she says "It's nothing." everyone stares over at us.
The baby.
"Oh okay," I tell her.
We all sleep soundly, Katniss and I sleep farther away from the group. Tightly squeezed together warmly.
"I let you down Peeta." She says and puts her hand on my chest.
"No-no you didn't." I reassure her.
//Gales pov//
I sit up hearing commotion, but only realize it is Katniss and Peeta.
I stay seated for a second, listening to them carefully.
"Katniss, it's not your fault." Peeta says.
"Yes it is Peeta! I let our baby die!"
