If He Wants Me Broken, Then I

Flight Is Essential, But I Can't Let My Fear Show.

So It's You And A Syringe Against The Capitol? See, This Is Why No One Lets You Make The Plans.

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.

We Have To Joke About It Because The Alternative Is To Be Scared

I Cover My Face With My Arms Because This Isn't Happening. It Isn't Possible. For Someone To Make Peeta Forget He Loves Me . . . No One Can Do That.