"No one really needs me", he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice. It's true, his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I do", I say. "I need you." So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

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