[ Kit laid back his forearms, as if it was the green meadows with Gale, the forest behind them and the mountains ahead of them. But instead it was a silver cornucopia, tropical land behind him, and just sand. His eyes looked at Peeta’s drawing, it was nice, he enjoyed Peeta’s drawings. But not so much his question. ]
“I’m never having kids. A home — maybe.
But kids…
I don’t want them to be apart of this.”
[ He didn’t now what he had expected asking a question that was so out of place. They had been ducking and avoiding death for days on end, children and the possibility of a future seemed foreign now. If they did survive together somehow any children they adopted would be taken away from them either by freak accidents or through the reaping. Peeta stood and took a deep, shaky breath. He wouldn’t allow pessimism to root itself into his bones as it had to Katniss. ]
“I’m gonna go patrol around here.
I’ve gotta clear my head too.”