Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?

In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.