In my mind, I try to eliminate that Aiden is my child. No. I cannot deal with that right now.

Attempting to push that to the back of my thoughts I focus instead on Peeta. Those blue eyes and blond hair of his is exactly replicated in Aiden. His son.

I let the gravity of those works sink in. How could I not have seen it earlier?

And Snow was planning on using Peeta's child to manipulate me. I don't even know what to think. Like I said to Prim on that night, 'nobody hates Snow more than I do', my new knowledge on Snow's plans has made me furious.

I feel an anger boiling up inside me, not only because I was in the dark on all this for so long, but because I realize that he is still in the dark. Peeta doesn't know that he has a child.

Suddenly I feel glad that I shot that arrow in the arena, I managed to foil Snow's plan and thanks to Cressida and the others, Peeta's child is safe, safer.

Peeta needs to live to see Aiden. He deserves to know that he has a child.

"Snow made a mistake naming him Aiden." I whisper to myself, "Cause if we burn, he is going to burn with is."

...

The next day, I wake up early with a determination. It was not only President Coins intentions driving my actions now.

I wait restlessly in my room, after Prim and my mother have left for the hospital, for someone to rundown todays schedule but by eight in the morning, I decide to head down to breakfast.

I expected to see Gale sitting at his usual spot in the cafeteria, but this morning, he is nowhere to be found. I don't see Cressida, Boggs, Castor or Pollux either.

I pick up my tray of grey food in confusion. Where were they? Sure I might be a bit late coming down to breakfast but they can't have left so early. My eyes scour the faces in the room once more. My eyes finally land on one that stands out, a lot.

Effie.

I hurriedly walk over to her. "Effie!" I say, never thinking I'd be so thankful to see her.

"Katniss! How are you my dear?" says Effie and before waiting for a response she rattles on, "I'm doing alright, under the, conditions." her eyes sweep the grey room with distain.

I smile to myself. Effie still is struggling with living in Thirteen. She has ditched the rose sunglasses but a black handkerchief is still wrapped tightly around her head. I find myself wondering what Effie's hair really looks like.

I pick up my spoon to start on my oatmeal when a recognizable emblem appears on one of the may screens around the room and the Capitol anthem blares over the speakers.

I look up to see Caesar Flickerman, dressed in an extravagant crimson suit sitting comfortably on a white leather couch. It seems as though we had cut in, mid-interview,

"So Peeta," begins Caesar, and I sit bolt upright, eyes trained on the screen, "if the rebels were listening to you now, what would you say to them?"

The camera slowly pans to the left, revealing a figure dressed all in black, sitting in a seat opposite of Caesar's. I gasp.

Though his suit is rather large, it seems empty. The hand that sticks out of the sleeve, is ghastly white and bony. It seems to be shaking as its owner grips the armrest tightly. Then a close up of his face.

I feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I take in Peeta's face. His cheekbones stick out on his head and his skin is wrapped tightly over his gaunt face. His hair, slicked back onto his head seems dry, thin and pale. The only part that retains colour on his face is his eyes. Blue bags stretch down from his bottom eye lid, while his upper eyelid is red and puffy. It is evident that he has been crying. I look into his eyes and see that they are void of the brilliant blue that is in Aiden.

"I would say," says Peeta in a cracked voice that breaks halfway as he gives into a fit of coughs, "uhm, I encourage the rebels to put down their weapons." He's looking directly into the camera now.

He looks down to his lap and swallows hard and when he lifts his head, I see his eyes are glistening with tears. "Katniss, if you hear this, I plead you to put your weapons down," his voice shakes but he continues "is a war really -"

Suddenly, the screen turns static and I see myself. Overwhelmed, I cup my hands over my mouth.

There seems to be a struggle for control over the broadcast as Peeta appears then disappears again. But then my propo flashes on screen and begins to play. I see myself walking slowly through the District Eight hospital, and bending down to talk to the children before the Capitol broadcast overrides whatever Beetee is doing.

Peeta seems to have seen me. His eyes are wide open, huge on his thin face. "Katniss?" he asks towards the camera. "Katniss?"

"What have they done to you?" I whisper as tears begin to well up in my eyes.

My propo flashes on screen for a second again. I briefly see myself talking to the teenage boy.

Again, Peeta flashes on screen. His eyes strike me through the blurry broadcast, (Beetee must be wreaking havoc in the Capitol's system) they are fearful, but I see a moment of clarity. "Katniss," he shouts, "they're coming for you, all of Thirteen. They're going to kill everyone, no one is -". He struggles to get the last sentence out as guards start to drag him off screen. "Kat-".

The screen goes blank.

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