But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.

Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much havoc. He's killed Cinna already. Destroyed my home. My family, Gale, and even Haymitch are out of his reach. Peeta's all he has left. "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sound about a thousand years old when she speaks."Whatever it takes to break you.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.