Black screen. Seal of Panem. Show Over.
It’s Caesar Flickerman. And I can guess who his guest will be. Peeta’s physical transformation shocks me. The healthy clear-eyed boy I saw a few days ago has lost at least fifteen pounds and has developed a nervous tremor in his hands. They’ve got him groomed. But underneath the paint that cannot cover the bags under his eyes, and the fine clothes that cannot conceal the pain he feels when he moves, is a person badly damaged.
"No one really needs me," he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
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Turn me into something I’m not.