And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her
One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.
Better not to give in to it.
Aim higher in case you fall short.
My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.