"I know you can look out for yourself, okay? You’re a Victor, same as me. We’re the definition of self sufficiency and lethality. —but you know what? I can’t help how I fucking feel, Dylan. I never asked to get so goddamn attached to an asshole like you. But you know what? I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you. I used to plot all the different ways I was going to kill you in the Quarter Quell and now? Now I can’t stand the thought of not waking up next to you. I can’t stand the thought of never seeing the expression on your face when you’ve got a knife in someone’s throat again and never smelling that godawful beach man cologne you wear. Do you know how goddamn weak does that makes me? Do you know how embarrassing this is to admit? I want to hate you. I want to hate you so fucking much but I can’t because I care too goddamn much and you think I’m disposable!” 

"You can hate me all you want Dylan, but don’t you fucking act like I wasn’t important to the cause. I got us here and I got us here alive. I’m the reason we’re standing here right now. I was and still am the furtherest thing from disposable.”