Peeta wondered how long they could pull this off until someone actually did something. Haymitch wasn't an idiot, he might have known they'd plan something like this together, but he'd take that risk. Killing Katniss would be too easy right now... and maybe their mentor knew that.

Still, it didn't stop him from continuing, his hands shaking from suppressed rage and confusion, thumbs threatening to press against her windpipe again but they merely brushed over it. The look on her face seemed too real and a guilty emotion spread through him, threatening to make him cry but he held back, maintaining that glare and constantly yelling out fearful cries of You won't win, you can't keep me here.

Yet still no one came.