A/N: Here's more wonderful Peeto for you wonderful peeple. (Spelled wrong on purpose, starts Peeta.)

I laugh a bit as we make our way behind the shops. The area gets more ragged as we closer to the Seam. "Are you a digger or a climber?" I question. ~

"I could try climbing again, but there's no guarantee that I can still do it. Why?" ~

"It's your choice, you've just gotta get over or under a fence. I think it's easier under, but you said you could climb, so it's just up to whatever makes you most comfortable." We reach the fence by the forest and start walking along it. I smile to myself at the signs that say the fence is electrified all day. Yeah, right. Maybe forty years ago. ~

"The fences aren't on?" I listen closely for the hum of electricity surging through the links, but there's nothing. "I'll try under first. I'd hate to slip off the top of this thing." ~

"Alright then. It's not too high, but I'm also pathetic with climbing." I laugh. "And this thing hasn't been on for my entire life. When I tell you no one in Twelve cares...No one in Twelve cares." I laugh. ~

He means no one in Twelve cares about anything. Including him, I suppose. "If only we could live here, then. How long do you think it'll take for it to all blow over?" If it ever does. ~

"Could be months...years, maybe. They may not stop until they find us. But...where we're going, they won't find us. Maybe we could bring people there, after a while, you know? Start over." I muse. ~

I sigh. "I don't see why they have to be looking for you. They already convinced Panem that you're dead." ~

"I guess it's a personal thing, I don't know." I mumble. "I don't get it either, but it's probably to ensure their Capitol isn't flawed." ~

"Well, that's something they'll never be able to fix." I look past the fence into the woods on the other side. "So what exactly do you think is out there? What happens if we don't find anything?" ~

"No, we're gonna find something." I say quietly. "I swear, we will." I'm confident. Everyone's heard the rumors, but I saw things. It has to be more than just rumors and stuff. It has to. ~

"But what is it? No more secrets!" ~

We reach the hole in the fence. "Go under, first. Because if I tell you, you'll think I'm crazy, and probably leave to go someplace safe in Twelve." ~

I stop and give him a 'you're stupid' look. "You are crazy, remember?" I drop to the ground and squeeze myself through the hole in the fence. When I come up on the other side, I say, "I wouldn't ditch you." ~

"Uh-huh." I smirk as I crawl under, too, wiping the dirt from the white clothes. I begin walking, motioning for Cato to follow me with my hand. "They say to keep heading north, and you'll hit it..." ~

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where you're planning on taking me." ~

"Can we at least get out of sight of Twelve?" ~

"Fine." I run up to his side and continue walking with him. "So, I got along nicely with your dad." ~

"Well that's a relief. But I'm not surprised. He seemed like he liked you before he even met you in person." ~

"I guess that's another thing that runs in your family." Peeta took a liking to me even before we spoke to each other. ~

"That is true. I'm glad, though." I pause. "Did he seem really upset when you first showed up?" ~

"Very. And...the look on his face reminded me of you." I admit. "I actually started to feel sad, until I reminded myself that you'd show up any minute." As we walk, the trees start to grow thicker and closer together. "He cringed a bit when I mentioned your name." ~

"People say we're a lot alike." I laugh. "Why do you think he cringed, though?" I ask, glancing through the trees, attempting to keep a straight lined path. ~

"I don't think he liked talking about you. You know, with you dead and all." ~

"I don't ever want to know what he went through, having to say last goodbyes and leave knowing I was going to be dead soon." I whisper. "He's been the only person I've ever really had." I pause. "Before I told you and the rest of the country, he was the only one who I told that I was gay." ~

"So...you guys were close." He told me his family was basically falling apart, but there were times where he'd mention his relationship with his dad. Like in the Games, when he said he'd only miss him. Or when he said that his father gave him paints for his birthday one year. "That must've been rough on him...having to go through that with you twice." ~

"I mean, I know it's the same for you...and I'm sorry about that." I smile slightly. "He just was always there for me, when I was a kid, and people were jerks. My brothers were more independent, or attached to my mother for whatever reason. So we spent a lot of time together, my dad and I." ~

"I understand." I was also independent for the most part, but I got along well with my mom. Now, I wonder how she's doing. "If you don't mind me asking...what's the deal with you and your mom?" I'm almost afraid to ask, but I did it anyway. ~

I stick my hands in my pockets. "When I was little, it was okay, sometimes. I remember her smiling once or twice at me for doing something good in school." I recall, thinking back a long way. "But, like I said, she always spent more time with my brothers. For whatever reason. They were more athletic, and more into running the bakery than making what we sold. But I liked baking. So, I started working with my dad as I got older and older. And...that's around when the gay comments started. The bullies. Everything like that. And I think she was ashamed that I wasn't more...masculine, maybe?" I go quiet for a little while. "My dad didn't want me to be the one to sign up for the tesserae. That was just one of many things she insisted were my fault. So I signed up, every month, when I became old enough. Every month. Even if we didn't really need it. So by the time I got reaped...my name was in there thirty times." There's a long, silent pause for a minute or two where all I could hear was birds. "I remember, when I realized that I liked guys, I went home, and immediately told my father. Neither of us suggested to tell her...I guess my dad knew, too. She was just always so mean. She beat my brothers and I, too...but that was all three of us. Doesn't make it right, but at least it wasn't just me." ~

"That's...no, it doesn't make it right." There are so many bad things I want to say about this woman but I can't. She's terrible, but it's still his mother, so I can't. "Well, now no one can be mean to you ever again." ~

"No, I guess not." I reply, still lost somewhat in my thoughts of the past. ~

"Don't let anyone like that bother you. Your life will get better from here...wherever here is." I look around the woods but it's all the same to me. "Can you tell me where we're going now?" ~

I stop walking and turn to him. "Okay, fine." I don't look him in the eyes. "You're going to think I'm crazier than I already am, though." ~

"No, you can't be any crazier than you already are." ~

"We're going to District Thirteen." ~

A/N: OHOHOHOHOHO REVIEW DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING DID YA actually probably a lot of you did k