I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

“At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without eith…”

“Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.”

“My choices are simple. I can die like quarry in the woods or I can die here bes…”

“It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant”