Katniss' POV
"Hey Peeta?" I ask him, looking up from the wooden table where we sat.
"Mhmn." Peeta replied.
"What kept you from not thinking I was a mutt while Snow was trying to hijack you?" Dang it! Why did I say that, he's bound to get an attack now. I think. Peeta stays silent for a while and it starts to make me anxious.
"Peeta?" I grab onto his clenched hand that rested on the table.
"You." he replied simply and calmly. "While Snow showing me the 'real' Katniss, at first all I thought about you and how beautiful you are."
"Peeta, you know I'm not beautiful." I retort.
"No you are. Anyway even though I would break down in sadness and confusion, you kept me going. Until, until I couldn't take it any longer, my picture and thoughts of you were converted. Reversed and removed."
Tears start to flow down my cheeks. "It should have been me!" I cry out and lay my head on my arms.
"No Katniss." I hear the chair screech against the tile floor and hear his loud footsteps.
"Yes it should have." I retort back to him and feel Peeta's hand making stroking patterns on my arm.
"I love you and we wouldn't be here if I wasn't hijacked." I lift my head to meet Peeta's eyes. I sit up and sniffle. Wiping my eyes with my sleeve, I return to my normal state. "You okay now?"
I nod and Peeta kissed my head before retreating to the lounge, leaving me to think.