"Wait, wait." Peeta rubs his forehead before dropping his hand into his lap, wincing slightly when a cut twinges at the landing.
"So you're saying the arena may not have been my dream because there was something in it that I didn't know about and you didn't know about? It's some sort of dream the rift made?" The dread hits him before the understanding does, and he's on his feet before the conscious decision to stand registers, chest tight with anxiety. "Does that mean other people could still be stuck in there?" Peeta has never hated the rift as much as he does in this moment, faced with the possibility that it might, even now, have people stuck in a dream version of the Games.
He sits down hard on the bed as another thought occurs to him. "Could we wind up back there if we fall asleep again? How long do these dreams normally last?" He doesn't want to go back, but maybe he should, if other people are there. He could help them. Like you helped Daine? a small voice in the back of his mind asks. He shakes his head slightly and avoids Daine's eyes.
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"So you're saying the arena may not have been my dream because there was something in it that I didn't know about and you didn't know about? It's some sort of dream the rift made?" The dread hits him before the understanding does, and he's on his feet before the conscious decision to stand registers, chest tight with anxiety. "Does that mean other people could still be stuck in there?" Peeta has never hated the rift as much as he does in this moment, faced with the possibility that it might, even now, have people stuck in a dream version of the Games.
He sits down hard on the bed as another thought occurs to him. "Could we wind up back there if we fall asleep again? How long do these dreams normally last?" He doesn't want to go back, but maybe he should, if other people are there. He could help them. Like you helped Daine? a small voice in the back of his mind asks. He shakes his head slightly and avoids Daine's eyes.