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

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out