Better Not To Give In To It.

I Don't Want To Lose The Boy With The Bread.

"katniss?" He Drops My Hand And I Take A Step, As If To Catch My Balance. "it Was All For The Games," Peeta Says. "how You Acted." "not All Of It," I Say, Tightly Holding Onto My Flowers. "then How Much? No, Forget That. I Guess The Real Question Is What's Going To Be Left When We Get Home?" He Says. "i Don't Know. The Closer We Get To District Twelve, The More Confused I Get," I Say. He Waits, For Further Explanation, But None's Forthcoming. "well, Let Me Know When You Work It Out," He Says, And The Pain In His Voice Is Palpable.

I Will Never Give Up If You Never Give In.

Yes. I Killed Him. And Buried Her In Flowers," I Say. "and I Sang Her To Sleep.

Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until The Liquor Runs Out.