
Why I love Johanna Mason #
“I’m not quite trustworthy yet,” says Peeta. “I can’t even sit here without your permission.” He indicates the guards with his head.
“Sure he can sit here. We’re old friends,” says Johanna, patting the space beside her. The guards nod and Peeta takes a seat. “Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We’re very familiar with each other’s screams.”
Annie, who’s on Johanna’s other side, does that thing where she covers her ears and exits reality. Finnick shoots Johanna an angry look as his arm encircles Annie.
“What? My head doctor says I’m not supposed to censor my thoughts. It’s part of my therapy,” replies Johanna.

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“How do you bear It?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief.
“I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking up.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
“Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?” I say. “I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater.

“So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol, but a poor mad girl back home.”
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“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”