The people begin to point at us eagerly as they recognize a tribute train rolling into the city. I step away from the window, sickened by their excitement, knowing they can't wait to watch us die. But Peeta holds his ground, actually waving and smiling at the gawking crowd. He only stops when the train pulls into the station, blocking us from their view.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. "Who knows?" he says. "One of them may be rich."
begin to point at us eagerly as they a train rolling the step away the by their they wait to us holds his actually and at the only stops when the train pulls into the station, blocking us from view.
sees me staring at him and he says. of them may be