We're victors, remember? We're the ones who can survive anything they throw at us.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

His dad said if you did something wrong to someone in public, you ought to admit it in public, too.