Author's Note: Hey, I have never done this before so bare with me! Just a wee thing that popped into my head a while ago. I always figured that Peeta understood more about the situation than he let on. Feedback is immensely helpful:)

I anxiously eye the small, plump berries lying in my hand.

They have a bright, rich colour that suggests wealth. Not like anything that you would find in District 12, but, then again, you can find plenty of things back home that would have the same effect. I raise my bruised face so that I can look Katniss in the eyes one last time. With a start I realise that she is staring intensely at me, her eyes full of trust, telling me without words that she knows I can do it.

She has the most beautiful eyes.

Most people in the seam have eyes that are grey like ashes but hers are a brilliant silver that catches your attention even now in this bleak setting.

I glance back down at the fateful contents of my hand, knowing already that I have to do it.

This isn't just about me and Katniss trying to escape the arena. No, it is so much bigger than that. There are twelve Districts of people out there who are being manipulated and murdered by the Capital who are relying on us, the star-crossed lovers who snagged Panem's attention, to do something – to help them be freed. But no matter how much attention I get, Peeta Mellark, the kind baker from the District everyone avoids couldn't inspire uprisings. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, can though. And seeing the sorrow that swims in her silvery eyes every day I know that there is no one better for the job.

Katniss has given me the means to make difference and I don't question her because I love her.

I take a final deep breath and without hesitation lift the handful mocking berries to my mouth.