“I don’t want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.” Peeta says. “I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no selfpity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on…. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.”
"I had a shirt in kindergarten, it said: ‘Kick butt first. Take names later,’”
"The strangest part about being famous is you don’t get to give first impressions anymore. Everyone already has an impression of you before you meet them."
Weapons of choice:
The axe, the trident, the bow and arrow and the brain.