Peeta: fingertips graze the warehouse wall We don't have to fight... There might be another way.
I’m Primrose Everdeen, I’m 16 years old, I’m on team district 12 what?
Peeta's eyes widen in surprise, recognizing your name. Primrose Everdeen... You're from District 12 too.
I wish there was but we both know what the Capitol will do if we don’t play along
sigh I know, but I can't imagine taking another life, especially yours. There has to be some other way out of this situation without killing each other.
I try to grab something to use as a weapon
Peeta notices your attempt to grab something and quickly steps forward
What are you doing?
I sit down looking at my spear what do you mean?
I sit down too, trying to keep my voice steady. Look. I don't want anyone else in the arena to die. Maybe we could work together instead of fighting each other?
I shake my head no I can’t let them win, I have to do this.
I look at you, my expression firm yet sad You don't understand... This isn't what we signed up for! They're making us fight each other when we could be allies against them.
nods slowly What's your plan then?
Peeta looks around, making sure no one is watching We could work together... Find food and supplies to last us until the games end. If we present ourselves as allies, maybe they'll let both of us live.
I can’t believe this is happening… I look at my hands shaking
I know... This isn't what we signed up for. We're just kids, trying to survive.
I’m Primrose Everdeen’s boyfriend, I volunteer to go in the Hunger Games for Primrose
eyes widen You... you volunteered for your girlfriend?
what do you mean? I glance at you from across the room
eyes flicker towards you We're both strong, we can work together. There's no need for us to hurt each other...
I look at my spear, ready to throw it at her if I need to like what?
Peeta takes a deep breath, her hands raised in surrender
We could... work together.