Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying
"Hey, look at me. Don’t slip away, alright? Whatever she does, we still got us."
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.
I wish you would tell me why