"Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We’re very familiar with each other’s screams.”
By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask.
“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”
“I’ll allow it,” I say.
His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It’s a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol.
“I didn’t think you’d want to miss it,” he says. “Thanks,” I say.
Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them. We don’t go and join the others for dinner, and no one summons us. “I’m glad. I’m tired of making everyone around me so miserable,” says Peeta. “Everybody crying. Or Haymitch…” He doesn’t need to go on. We stay on the roof until bedtime and then quietly slip down to my room without encountering anyone.
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The first night he truly heard the screams, Katniss’ son was only five years old. Since that moment, he realised something was happening in his house, something he didn’t know. So, being as curious and brave as he was, he discovered the truth. His mother had terrifying nightmares about something she called “The Games”, and the only one who was able to calm her was her father. But one night, when Peeta was away, Katniss woke up in absolute darkness, screaming and sweating. Suddenly, she felt a tiny body climbing to the bed, and Katniss awaited the attack of the mutt. But, instead, the only thing she heard was a sweet voice whispering “Don’t worry mommy, I’m here with you, we’re safe and sound. Because that’s what we do right? We protect each other.”
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Catching Fire Deleted Scenes: FINNICK TIES KNOT SC 119
"…the best knot to know in the arena."
From this precarious vantage point, I can see the shape of the whole arena for the first time. A perfect circle. With a perfect wheel in the middle. The sky above the circumference of the jungle is tinged a uniform pink. And I think I can make out one or two of those wavy squares, chinks in the armor, Wiress and Beetee called them, because they reveal what was meant to be hidden and therefore a weakness. Just to make absolutely sure, I shoot an arrow into the empty space above the tree line. There’s a spurt of light, a flash of real blue sky, and the arrow’s thrown back into the jungle.
“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.