But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Don't want that, do they?” She throws back her head and shouts, “Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn't want anything like that!

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.