A terrible impulse to flee, to abandon Peeta and save myself, shoots through me. [...] I remember how I did just this when the mutations appeared in the last Games. [...] But this time, I trap my terror, push it down, and stay by his side. This time my survival isn't the goal. Peeta's is. (21.6)
That's when I remember the wire and how important it was to him. I look frantically around. Where is it? Where is it? And then I see it, still clutched in Wiress's hands, far out in the water. My stomach contracts at the thought of what I must do next. (23.54)
There is no question about it. For reasons completely unfathomable to me, some of the other victors are trying to keep him alive, even if it means sacrificing themselves.
I'm dumbfounded. For one thing, that's my job. For another, it doesn't make sense. Only one of us can get out. So why have they chosen Peeta to protect? What has Haymitch possibly said to them, what has he bargained with to make them put Peeta's life above their own? (23.74-75)