“Remember what Haymitch said about being sure to throw the weights.” The words come out of my mouth without permission.
“Thanks. I will,” he says. “You… shoot straight.”
I nod. I don’t know why I said anything at all. Although if I’m going to lose, I’d rather Peeta win than the others. Better for our district, for my mother and Prim.
(Source: sameverdeen, via katnsseverdeen)