If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth. The trouble is, I don't know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.