I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.

There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

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

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.