[ She looks over at him and manages a somewhat actually sort of genuine smile, but it doesn't last long, and she shakes her head. ] I'm no mockingjay. [ But somewhere deep down, she knows she kind of is. Freedom. She wants nothing more than freedom. Open air. ]

Even if we did go home, I don't think we'd ever make it back to Twelve, Peeta. But it's nice to think about. [ She doesn't mean to be so morbid and doomsayish but... ] I'm sure the Capitol wants me dead. Even more than I was before.