Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear.

drunkcherson:

See, don’t ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side

I‘m expecting a production meeting in which Plutarch instructs me where to stand and gives me my cue for shooting Snow. Instead, I find myself sent into a room where six people sit around a table. Peeta, Johanna, Beetee, Haymitch, Annie, and Enobaria. They all wear the gray rebel uniforms from 13. No one looks particularly well.

“What‘s this?” I say.
“We‘re not sure,” Haymitch answers. “It appears to be a gathering of the remaining victors.”

“I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”