“How is it that until Peeta and I were thrust upon him, there was no one at all in his life?”
I hunt, Peeta bakes and Haymitch drinks
But what she doesn’t know, and what he does, is that the ax will return.
There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.