[Peeta forces himself to kick in the opposite direction, trying to ignore the burning in his throat and eyes, heading slowly away from where Gale indicated the forcefield was. When he thinks he's far enough -- though it'll never be far enough, not really -- he stops, and shakily removes one hand from the piece of wood long enough to fish the plastic bag containing his phone out of his pocket.
Following Shepherd's instructions, he carefully replaces the battery while making sure it stays dry, which turns out to be more difficult than he'd expected due to his hands trembling. The madness is pushing harder at his mind now, he can feel it, but he tries to fight it off long enough to make sure there's a signal. That means the phone can be tracked, doesn't it? Isn't that what he was told? Maybe he should call, just to make sure--
But he only just manages to finish dialing before the force of his memories gets to be too much. Is this real? It feels real, real like the arena was, where the last barrier made him just stop. And just like that, his mind retreats, and his hands can't keep hold of the wood any longer. He slips quietly back into the ocean.]
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Following Shepherd's instructions, he carefully replaces the battery while making sure it stays dry, which turns out to be more difficult than he'd expected due to his hands trembling. The madness is pushing harder at his mind now, he can feel it, but he tries to fight it off long enough to make sure there's a signal. That means the phone can be tracked, doesn't it? Isn't that what he was told? Maybe he should call, just to make sure--
But he only just manages to finish dialing before the force of his memories gets to be too much. Is this real? It feels real, real like the arena was, where the last barrier made him just stop. And just like that, his mind retreats, and his hands can't keep hold of the wood any longer. He slips quietly back into the ocean.]