“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
Are you fighting, Katniss? Will you fight with us?
There’s always gonna be a part of me that’s
sloppy and dirtybut I like that, with all the other parts of myself. Can you say the same about yourself fucker? Can you forgive? Are you any good at that?