Peeta's brief moment of relief is spoiled by the thought of Almondine in his nightmares or, even worse, Edgar. The idea makes him feel slightly sick. There isn't anything he can do to stop it, though.
"Well, we made it through this one, at least," he says, trying not to think about how often he dreams of the Games. If anything, the fact that no one has turned up in those dreams before last night should be encouraging.
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"Well, we made it through this one, at least," he says, trying not to think about how often he dreams of the Games. If anything, the fact that no one has turned up in those dreams before last night should be encouraging.