Peeta hadn't been nearly as careful as Finnick. In fact, he'd been toying with the idea of going through the arena door, figuring out how he could get back to 12 and find Prim for Katniss. He wanted to check on the little girl. However, on this day he hadn't intended to go in the arena. He hadn't been paying attention. He'd intended to slip through one of the forest doors, do a little bit of thinking and end up possibly finding something to bring back to Katniss. Instead, he'd made a fatal error and stepped into the arena door. Dread filled him the moment he realized it, but when he'd turned around there was no door anymore.
Survive
It was the only thought on his mind. He had to survive so he could get back to the door, back to the Nexus and the life that he'd started to build there. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to go back to the cornucopia and find a sword. It was almost relief when he saw Finnick there. When the other man turned, Peeta had his hands up.
"It's me, Finnick. It's Peeta. I'm stuck here too and I want to get back to the hotel. I just needed to get a sword," he gestured to one of the swords with one hand. He was cautious, every muscle aware because he had an idea of what was going on in Finnick's mind and none of it would work in Peeta's favor if Peeta surprised him.
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Survive
It was the only thought on his mind. He had to survive so he could get back to the door, back to the Nexus and the life that he'd started to build there. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to go back to the cornucopia and find a sword. It was almost relief when he saw Finnick there. When the other man turned, Peeta had his hands up.
"It's me, Finnick. It's Peeta. I'm stuck here too and I want to get back to the hotel. I just needed to get a sword," he gestured to one of the swords with one hand. He was cautious, every muscle aware because he had an idea of what was going on in Finnick's mind and none of it would work in Peeta's favor if Peeta surprised him.