You love me. Real or not real?"I tell him, "Real.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.