"Listen to me. No one else can do this but her. She’s the face of this rebellion, they’ll follow her.”
Peeta rolls his eyes at Haymitch. “She has no idea. The effect she can have.”
I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!
The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.
Peeta was taken prisoner. He is a l i v e. He is a traitor but alive. I have to keep him alive.