Peeta, you make sure to show your strength.
hell, the way you walked in,
I would kiss the earth beneath your feet (x)
She will die and he will kill her, he thinks. He had calculated her, outside the arena, blonde and strong and scowling—anyone would think he had gone in with her, not Clove, she looks like him and there is something vaguely appealing about that.
They have blood on their hands, they have each made…
it’s all the things you can’t explain
that make us human