because he loves peeta too

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Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken. Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he‟s there, holding me and patting my back. “It‟s okay. It‟ll be okay, sweetheart.”

So according to some people Katniss and Peeta isn't a love story?

“To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.” - Hunger Games

“I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.” - Hunger Games

“Well, I don’t have much competition here,” he says. I want to draw away, to close those shutters again, but I know I can’t. It’s as if I can hear Haymitch whispering in my ear, “Say it! Say it!”
I swallow hard and get the words out. “You don’t have much competition anywhere.” And this time, it’s me who leans in.” - Hunger Games

“One more time? For the audience?“ he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.” - Hunger Games

“Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don’t quite catch it.” - Catching Fire

“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.” - Catching Fire

“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”- Catching Fire

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.” - Catching Fire

“I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.” - Catching Fire

“Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.” - Catching Fire

“They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she’s lost the will to live.” - Catching Fire

“You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive.”- Mockingjay


“Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.” - Mockingjay

“I want him back” - Mockingjay

“In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.” - Mockingjay

“At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite colour … it’s green?”
“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”
“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.
“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”
“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you." But more words tumble out. "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.”
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.” - Mockingjay

“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,“ says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn’t a healer.”
I’m jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. “You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?”
“Real,” he says. “And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?”
“Real.” I shrug. “You were the reason I was alive to do it.” - Mockingjay

“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.
“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.” - Mockingjay

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.
“I can’t,” he says.” - Mockingjay

“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.” - Mockingjay

“Stay with me.

Always.”

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It’s  impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much more worse than death.
“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.
“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath.
“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.
There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from that semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a  entails, I am broken.
Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I say.
“I know,” he says.

"When you love somebody, you don't leave them behind."

This is wonderful dialogue and it sums up a lot of her feeling really well, and honestly it just – painfully – made me think of this conversation from Chapter 6…

Haymitch takes the seat across from me.  "We’re going to have to work together again.  So, go ahead and just say it.“

I think of the snarling, cruel exchange back on the hover-craft.  The bitterness that followed.  But all I say is "I can’t believe you didn’t rescue Peeta.”

“I know,” he replies.

There’s a sense of incompleteness.  And not because he hasn’t apologized.  But because we were a team.  We had a deal to keep Peeta safe.  A drunken, unrealistic deal made in the dark of night, but a deal just the same.  And in my heart of hears, I know we both failed.

“Now you say it,” I tell him.

“I can’t believe you let him out of your sight that night,” says Haymitch.

I nod.  That’s it.  "I play it over and over in my head.  What I could have done to keep him by my side without breaking the alliance.  But nothing comes to me.“

"You didn’t have a choice.  And even if I could’ve made Plutarch stay and rescue him that night, the whole hovercraft would’ve gone down.  We barely got out as it was.”  I finally meet Haymitch’s eyes.  Seam eyes.  Gray and deep and ringed with the circles of sleepless nights. “He’s not dead yet, Katniss." 

"We’re still in the game.” I try to say this with optimism, but my voice cracks.

“Still in.  And I’m still your mentor." 

What I absolutely love about this conversation is they aren’t blaming each other, they’re blaming themselves, as a team, they both failed him.  They are more mad at themselves than at each other, and that’s one of the reasons why they’re so close, they really are so much alike.  And like she says later,

Several sets of arms would embrace me, but in the end the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch.  Because he loves Peeta, too.“ 

So I love the quote in the title for this…

When you love somebody, you don’t leave them behind.

If he dies here I’ll never leave here, not really.  I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.“ (The Hunger Games)

"Only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies.  Me.” (Catching Fire)

“I feel a kind of desperation rising up in me.  It’s like I’m back in the Quarter Quell, with Beetee giving Johanna and me that coil of wire.” (Mockingjay) 

Oh yeah…she loves Peeta.

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Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart." 

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Until this point Katniss, from where Snow sits, is out of control.  He can’t contain her and he can’t contain the Rebels, nothing he’s said or done thus far has put the thought of rebellion out of the minds of those in the Districts, but this moment when he sees Peeta die and Katniss frantic and then overjoyed that Finnick brought Peeta back to life… “it seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta’s life in limbo I finally did.  And in doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me.” (MJ 156)

Before this it was an endless battle of, Snow > discredit Katniss > weaken Rebels > win the war BUT now….now it’s so much easier to him.  He knows a much better way to weaken the Rebels would be to get Peeta…because then it would look a little more like this…

Snow > gets Peeta > weakens and incapacitates Katniss > hinders the Rebels from gaining any real ground because of the Mockingjay being too preoccupied with getting Peeta back

Snow did more than weaken and emotionally defeat Katniss, he weakened the Rebellion, and that’s what he wanted.  Because he saw just how much Katniss loved Peeta – in this one moment – he knew the best way to get at the Rebels, was to get Peeta.

Peeta had become her source of strength and protection, once that was taken away she had nothing.  She was weakened and inconsolable, and subjective.  She scrutinized everything the Rebels did and the more and more time that went by without them even considering rescuing Peeta, the less helpful she became.  She finally realized that she wasn’t helping Peeta or the Rebellion by doing nothing, so she stood up, she became the Mockingjay…and yet…

What snapped for her was them beating Peeta…

“Katniss, just this one line and you’re done today.  I promise,” says Cressida.  "‘Thirteen’s alive and well and so am I.“

I swing my arms to loosen myself up.  Place my fists on my hips.  Then drop them to my sides.  Saliva’s filling my mouth at a ridiculous rate and I feel vomit at the back of my throat.  I swallow hard and open my lips so I can get the stupid line out and go hide in the woods and – that’s when I start crying.

It’s impossible to be the Mockingjay.  Impossible to complete even this one sentence.  Because now I know that everything I say will directly be taken out on Peeta.  Result in his torture.  But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that.  Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

"Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.

“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath.

“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.

There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me.  Because I know this now.  Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again.  Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.

Several sets of arms would embrace me.  But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.  I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back.  "It’s okay.  It’ll be okay, sweetheart.“  He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

"I can’t do this anymore,” I say.

“I know,” he says.

“All I can think of is – what he’s going to do to Peeta – because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out.

“I know.”  Haymitch’s arm tightens around me.

“Did you see?  How weird he acted?  What are they – doing to him?” I’m gasping for air between sobs, but I manage one last phrase.  "It’s my fault!“ And then I cross some line into hysteria and there’s a needle in my arm and the world slips away. – Mockingjay, pgs. 162-163

Here is where she grasps whats going on, and this is the point that Snow has won.  But his victory does not last long.  And in the end she gets Peeta back – mostly – but Snow knew that the best way to get to her was through Peeta…and through Peeta he got.

But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta too.
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Katniss Mockingjay Chapter 11

Because he loves Peeta too!  No past tense, this is current.  She loves Peeta and the only one who can comfort her is the only other person who loves Peeta as much as she does.  

Originally posted by hypehope

…even after all the time she has spent trying to hate Haymitch.  Peeta’s pain brings them back together.

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