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
What I need is that dandelion in the spring—the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction; the promise that life can go on, no matter how bad my losses; that life can be good again—and only Peeta can give me that. Peeta, who represents the Bread of Life, who represents Christ—the only one who can give us all we need.
If He whispers to me, “You love me. Real or not real?”
May I always respond. “Real.”