“Dawn comes before sleep does.”

“I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!”

“What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.”

“You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea and you always double knot your shoelaces.' I fight back. Then I dive back into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.”

“Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.”

“Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.”

“So what should we do with our last few days?”“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peete replies.“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.It feels like a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again. I didn’t realize until now how starved I’ve been for human closeness. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness.”