Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much havoc. He's killed Cinna already. Destroyed my home. My family, Gale, and even Haymitch are out of his reach. Peeta's all he has left. "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sound about a thousand years old when she speaks."Whatever it takes to break you.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

Really? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

That's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her. From reaching my little sister.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.