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→ I am the Mockingjay
"You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Peeta: You’re still protecting me. Real or not real?
Katniss: Real. Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.
"You’re alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive.
"The bread? What? From when we were kids? I think we can let that go, I mean you just brought me back from the dead."
Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.