He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.