Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

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.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.