kill, or be k i l l e d
Peeta Mellark > Abnegation.
The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching him. Because of the bread, because of the red weal that stood out on his cheekbone. What had she hit him with? […] I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have.
[…] Why would he have done it? He didn’t even know me. Still, just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness that would have surely resulted in a beating if discovered. I couldn’t explain his actions.
But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight
You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
And she was gone.