For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a fully loaded weapon next to you round the clock. But I think it's time you flipped this little scenario in your head. If you'd been taken by the Capitol, and hijacked, and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?" demands Haymitch. I fall silent. It isn't. It isn't how he would be treating me at all. He would be trying to get me back at any cost. Not shutting me out, abandoning me, greeting me with hostility at every turn.

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

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