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."
people begin to at us eagerly as a train rolling into the step from the sickened by excitement, they wait to watch us holds his actually waving and smiling at the only stops when the train into the us from their view.
sees me at him and he of them may be
