I want to die as myself. I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol that they don’t own me. That I ’ m m o r e t h a n j u s t a p i e c e i n t h e i r G a m e s.
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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!
“I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster I’m not" - The Hunger Games
“I’m the Monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!” - Mockingjay
"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.
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.