I donโt stand a chance if he doesn't get better. Youโll never be able to let him go. Youโll always feel wrong about being with me.โ โThe way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,โ I say. Gale holds my gaze. โIf I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.
Suzanne CollinsNot if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of those in the Nut. No interest in caging the pray for later use. This is one of his death traps.
Suzanne CollinsBut because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
Suzanne CollinsLay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.
Suzanne CollinsNo one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. "I do," I say. "I need you.
Suzanne Collins