He is a traitor but alive.

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I’m so grateful that he’s still here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought.

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All I want is to keep you safe from the cold, to give you all that your heart n e e d s the most.

What would I do without Peeta? I can't imagine life without him... 

"I told you we should have rescued the boy first." Meaning Peeta. I couldn’t agree more. He would’ve been an excellent mouthpiece. And who did they fish out of the arena instead? Me, who won’t cooperate.

Petrified, I lunge for him, but I’m caught and thrust back into another room, and a glass door seals between us. I pound on the glass, screaming my head off.