Fire beats roses again.

“If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were....My fingers fumble w…”

“I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “K…”

“I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip…”

“Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nu…”