bloodandtitanium:

“No Dylan, that bullet was meant for me! Death doesn’t happen to you, it happens to the people around you! If I would’ve walked in a second later, if you would’ve been dead—” 

"I don’t know what I would’ve done. I honestly don’t. After everyone I’ve lost, I can’t lose you too. I just can’t. I’ll go out of my goddamn mind. I know we have our disagreements, and I know when it comes to what we it’s a gamble and we’re playing with fire, but regardless of that we’ve got to stick this out together. We have to win this war, Dylan. We have to. Or I’ll be the one with a gun to my head. The Hunger Games are all I have left. They’re all I know. We can’t let them take the Games away from us.”

"When I did it… It was a last resort. It was the only option. Everything was over- you get that, don’t you? If they tried to lock me up… I wasn’t going to let that happen. Erika, it could still happen. I really fucked up. I fucked everything up and I screwed us both over, because even if you lied through your teeth and you pinned it all on me like the bitch you are, you still would have had to start from scratch.”

“We’re going to win this war. That’s one thing they can’t take away from us. You’re gonna be right there to see it happen, because you know what? I’m just as fucking disposable as I could ever claim for you to be. No matter what happens, you’re gonna stick around and make sure we have this thing in the bag.”