"No one really needs me," he says, and there`s no selfpity in his voice. Its true his family doesnt
t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
"I do," I say. "I need you."