“If there was will and there was a way, sure.
But there’s no way of beating these games, Peeta.
—- I probably shouldn’t even be talking anyways.”
[ Kit sighed as he slouched down on the sand, holding his bow by the string and plucking at it with an emotionless face, staring out at the cornucopia. ]
[ Peeta couldn’t think of anything else to say. He rummaged through the mechanical part of his brain that normally spewed out heartwarming thoughts but could find nothing. Instead he sat beside Kit and drew in the sand using a stray stick he found. He drew a two story home that was neatly detailed. ]
“I know this is a bad time to ask,
Have you ever thought about the future?
Having children and a home?