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Bad. This is bad. It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep. Peeta being tortured - drowned, burned, lacerated, shocked, maimed, beaten - as the Capitol tries to get information about the rebellion that he doesn’t know. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone.But he is.And I can’t help him. - Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

Bad. This is bad. It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep. Peeta being tortured - drowned, burned, lacerated, shocked, maimed, beaten - as the Capitol tries to get information about the rebellion that he doesn’t know. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone.
But he is.
And I can’t help him. - Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

mockingfire:

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am.

mockingfire:

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am.

theyrenotgonnapickyou:

For a moment we’re frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill. Then Finnick suddenly grins. “Lucky thing we’re allies. Right?”