There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift...it is perfect. So when I rise up on my tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

You're not going to die. I forbid it. All right?" "All right," he whispers.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.