“I want to die as myself.”

“Only.. I want to do die as myself”

“I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. 'I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.”

“For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.”

“I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.”

“I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me.”

“And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.”