- 'just tired' she muttered. but you could tell it was not just a lack of sleep, but a lack of hope and happiness
that made her act the way she did. - i have to stop caring so much. i can't keep feeling like this.
- pain demands to be felt.
I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta’s hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a goodbye, and we begin counting. “One.” Maybe I’m wrong. “Two.” Maybe they don’t care if we both die. “Three!”