It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.

They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

Because...because...she came here with me.