What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.