ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person

I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.