#peeta

"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whispers."Real,"I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."

"Not like this. He wanted it to be real."

"Stay with me.Always."

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

"You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention."

"For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first."

"No. Now, shut up and eat your pears."

"You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real."

"I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone."

"Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around."

"Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"One more time? For the audience?"he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go."

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever."

"I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me."

"Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,"Haymitch says."