Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.
My dancing is abominable — probably the worst anybody’s ever seen. I have no dancing background. I dance like a mom at a high school prom. I have no control over my limbs.
let’s all take a moment and remember that without this man, the conclave would not have elected a new pope
The person to hold up to the young Finnicks and Johannas and Cashmeres. Of what could happen to a victor who caused problems.
Hold onto this lullabye,
Even when the music’s gone
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“I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only…I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?” he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? “I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.”
I bite my lip, feeling inferior. While I’ve been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self. “Do you mean you won’t kill anyone?” I ask.
“No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,” says Peeta.