Crying is not an option.

I'm so tired, Katniss.

And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.

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

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.