Peeta's words barely register; the cacophony in her mind is far too loud. And she knows it's not real. "It's true, though," she says, giving Peeta a haunted look. "They're right."

You left us, chorus the achingly familiar voices from home. Zek. Rider ponies. Her stomach drops as some of the birds start to mimic the voices of her two-legger friends, Onua and their majesties, Alanna and George. Numair. You left us you left us you left us.