About things Iˇve kept to myself because he was too sick to ask and I wasnˇt ready to relive anyway。 Like the explosion and my ear and Rueˇs dying and the boy from District 1 and the bread。 All of which leads to what happened with Thresh and how he was paying off a debt of sorts。
¨He let you go because he didnˇt want to owe you anything？〃 asks Peeta in disbelief。
¨Yes。 I donˇt expect you to understand it。 Youˇve always had enough。 But if youˇd lived in the Seam； I wouldnˇt have to explain；〃 I say。
¨And donˇt try。 Obviously Iˇm too dim to get it。〃
¨Itˇs like the bread。 How I never seem to get over owing you for that；〃 I say。
¨The bread？ What？ From when we were kids？〃 he says。 ¨I think we can let that go。 I mean； you just brought me back from the dead。〃
¨But you didnˇt know me。 We had never even spoken。 Besides； itˇs the first gift thatˇs always the hardest to pay back。 I wouldnˇt even have been here to do it if you hadnˇt helped me then；〃 I say。 ¨Why did you； anyway？〃
¨Why？ You know why；〃 Peeta says。 I give my head a slight； painful shake。 ¨Haymitch said you would take a lot of convincing。〃
¨Haymitch？〃 I ask。 ¨Whatˇs he got to do with it？〃
¨Nothing；〃 Peeta says。 ¨So； Cato and Thresh； huh？ I guess itˇs too much to hope that theyˇll simultaneously destroy each other？〃
But the thought only upsets me。 ¨I think we would like Thresh。 I think heˇd be our friend back in District Twelve；〃 I say。
¨Then letˇs hope Cato kills him； so we donˇt have to；〃 says Peeta grimly。
I donˇt want Cato to kill Thresh at all。 I donˇt want anyone else to die。 But this is absolutely not the kind of thing that victors go around saying in the arena。 Despite my best efforts； I can feel tears starting to pool in my eyes