➹ Always

What have they done to you?

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“Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

“So, how good are they?” “Obviously they’re pretty good.”

↳ The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

I remember the first time I brought you here.

everlark was my first actual ship and my heart will always belong to them

You came home.

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But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now…only in my memory.

And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.

It is what it is.