I killed you. And you. And you.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.