As Long As You Can Find Yourself,

Yeah, About That,” Says Peeta, Entwining His Fingers In Mine. “don’t Try Something Like That Again.” “or What?” I Ask. “or . . . Or . . .” He Can’t Think Of Anything Good. “just Give Me A Minute.

"if I Could Grow Wings, I Could Fly. Only People Can't Grow Wings," He Say's. "real Or Not Real?" "real," I Say. "but People Don't Need Wings To Survive." "mockingjays Do."

I Stand There, Feeling Broken And Small, Thousands Of Eyes Trained On Me.

But I Don't Know What To Him About The Aftermath Of Killing A Person. About How They Never Leave You.

He Hates Me More," Says Peeta. "i Don't Think People In General Are His Sort Of Thing.