Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like... But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.