[ He looked at him, furrowing his brow and shaking his head with a doubtful laugh. He didn’t believe what Peeta said this time. “we’ll”. That’s something that won’t ever happen. ]
“They’re not going to let people out like nothing. There’s going to be one of us coming out. Never a ‘we’ again.”
[ Peeta tensed his jaw at the dismissive laugh. What more could he really say? He knew that Haymitch would be here in his place if he hadn’t volunteered. Kit and the older mentor wished to protect him. Peeta didn’t grasp why. He was capable of taking care of himself and had survived thus far.]
“If there’s a will there’s a way. If one of us manages to survive I want it to be you, Kit."