No one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. "I do," I say. "I need you.

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

aren't they the very reason I have to try to fight? Because what has been done to them is so wrong, so beyond justification, so evil that there is no choice? Because no one has the right to treat them as they have been treated?

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.