-Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?
-I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror
-You should wake me
-It’s not necessary.
I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace. “Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.
There's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story.
"Peeta and I know the other’s survival means our own death.”
when u attempt to interact w your followers but they just ain’t havin’ it
It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.