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One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

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Reasons why I love Peeta Mellark:
1. “To murder innocent people?” says Peeta. “It costs you everything you are.”
At this point in the story, Peeta has been through hell and back. He has been taken away from the woman he loves and doesn’t know whether or not he will ever see her again. He is confused and doesn’t know who he should trust. But one thought he never lets go of, the very thought that he has had since book one, is his belief about taking another human being’s life.
He absolutely hates himself for what he has done in the games, although he doesn’t show it much. Even though it was what he had to do to keep Katniss and himself alive, he absolutely hates the thought of killing. He truly believes that he is a monster for taking the lives of those strangers in the arena. And even though he knows he had no other option, or that he wasn’t in his right mind, he blames himself for every single person that has died at his hands.
For example, towards the end of Mockingjay, all hell has broken loose. He starts to lose himself and his desire to kill Katniss is too strong. Once he gets his chance, he goes for it. And as he’s about to kill her, a member of their squad restrains him. Peeta pushes him away and the man falls into a trap that soon kills him. Later, when Peeta has turned back to his normal self, he requests to be killed because he knows how much of a danger he is to everyone around him. After he tells them this, they all try to console him and tell him it wasn’t his fault.
“I just murdered a member of our squad!” shouts Peeta.
“You pushed him off you. You couldn’t have known he would trigger the net at the exact spot,” says Finnick, trying to calm him.
“Who cares? He’s dead, isn’t he?” Tears begin to run down Peeta’s face. “I didn’t know. I’ve never seen myself like that before. Katniss is right. I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!”
Seeing him think this way about himself kills me. This is one of the most heartbreaking characteristics of Peeta Mellark, but it is also a major factor of why I love him so much. It shows how much he truly cares about other human beings, even ones he hasn’t spoken two words to. And I will always respect him for that.

Reasons why I love Peeta Mellark:

1. “To murder innocent people?” says Peeta. “It costs you everything you are.

At this point in the story, Peeta has been through hell and back. He has been taken away from the woman he loves and doesn’t know whether or not he will ever see her again. He is confused and doesn’t know who he should trust. But one thought he never lets go of, the very thought that he has had since book one, is his belief about taking another human being’s life.

He absolutely hates himself for what he has done in the games, although he doesn’t show it much. Even though it was what he had to do to keep Katniss and himself alive, he absolutely hates the thought of killing. He truly believes that he is a monster for taking the lives of those strangers in the arena. And even though he knows he had no other option, or that he wasn’t in his right mind, he blames himself for every single person that has died at his hands.

For example, towards the end of Mockingjay, all hell has broken loose. He starts to lose himself and his desire to kill Katniss is too strong. Once he gets his chance, he goes for it. And as he’s about to kill her, a member of their squad restrains him. Peeta pushes him away and the man falls into a trap that soon kills him. Later, when Peeta has turned back to his normal self, he requests to be killed because he knows how much of a danger he is to everyone around him. After he tells them this, they all try to console him and tell him it wasn’t his fault.

“I just murdered a member of our squad!” shouts Peeta.

“You pushed him off you. You couldn’t have known he would trigger the net at the exact spot,” says Finnick, trying to calm him.

“Who cares? He’s dead, isn’t he?” Tears begin to run down Peeta’s face. “I didn’t know. I’ve never seen myself like that before. Katniss is right. I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!”

Seeing him think this way about himself kills me. This is one of the most heartbreaking characteristics of Peeta Mellark, but it is also a major factor of why I love him so much. It shows how much he truly cares about other human beings, even ones he hasn’t spoken two words to. And I will always respect him for that.

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Five days after black and red collide.The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand.Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest.My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome.We might not make it home tonight.

Five days after black and red collide.
The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand.
Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest.
My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome.
We might not make it home tonight.

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posted 2 years ago (® letmetouchyourbraid)
Then we move on to camouflage. Peeta genuinely seems to enjoy this station, swirling a combination of mud and clay and berry juices around on his pale skin, weaving disguises from vines and leaves. The trainer who runs the camouflage station is full of enthusiasm at his work.
“I do the cakes,” he admits to me.
“The cakes?” I ask. I’ve been preoccupied with watching the boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummy’s heart from fifteen yards. “What cakes?”
“At home. The iced ones, for the bakery,” he says….
“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.
“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in the arena. Say it’s actually a gigantic cake —” begins Peeta.

Then we move on to camouflage. Peeta genuinely seems to enjoy this station, swirling a combination of mud and clay and berry juices around on his pale skin, weaving disguises from vines and leaves. The trainer who runs the camouflage station is full of enthusiasm at his work.

“I do the cakes,” he admits to me.

“The cakes?” I ask. I’ve been preoccupied with watching the boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummy’s heart from fifteen yards. “What cakes?”

“At home. The iced ones, for the bakery,” he says….

“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.

“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in the arena. Say it’s actually a gigantic cake —” begins Peeta.

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The starcrossed lovers of District 12

The starcrossed lovers of District 12

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May the odds ever be in your favor.

May the odds ever be in your favor.

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