Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken. Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he‟s there, holding me and patting my back. “It‟s okay. It‟ll be okay, sweetheart.”
If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.
The one who could think of the right thing to say when nobody else could.
Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.