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"
It
does
n't
matter
,
Katniss
,
"
he
says
.
"
I
've
never
been
a
contender
in
these
Games
anyway
.
"
"
That
's
no
way
to
be
thinking
,
"
I
say
.
"
Why
not
?
It
's
true
.
My
best
hope
is
to
not
disgrace
myself
and
.
"
He
hesitates
.
"
And
what
?
"
I
say
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
to
say
it
exactly
.
Only
.
I
want
to
die
as
myself
.
Does
that
make
any
sense
?
"
he
asks
.
I
shake
my
head
.
How
could
he
die
as
anyone
but
himself
?
"
I
do
n't
want
them
to
change
me
in
there
.
Turn
me
into
some
kind
of
monster
that
I
'm
not
.
"
I
bite
my
lip
feeling
inferior
.
While
I
've
been
ruminating
on
the
availability
of
trees
,
Peeta
has
been
struggling
with
how
to
maintain
his
identity
.
His
purity
of
self
.
"
Do
you
mean
you
wo
n't
kill
anyone
?
"
I
ask
.
"
No
,
when
the
time
comes
,
I
'm
sure
I
'll
kill
just
like
everybody
else
.
I
ca
n't
go
down
without
a
fight
.
Only
I
keep
wishing
I
could
think
of
a
way
to
.
to
show
the
Capitol
they
do
n't
own
me
.
That
I
'm
more
than
just
a
piece
in
their
Games
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
But
you
're
not
,
"
I
say
.
"
None
of
us
are
.
That
's
how
the
Games
work
.
"
"
Okay
,
but
within
that
framework
,
there
's
still
you
,
there
's
still
me
,
"
he
insists
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
?
"
