"This has to stop. Right now. This – this – game you two play, where you tell each other secrets but keep them from me like I'm too inconsequential or stupid or weak to handle them." (5.13)
I don't want Peeta singling himself out as a target for the Gamemakers' anger. That's part of my job. To draw fire away from Peeta. But how did he upset them? Because I'd love to do just that and more. To break through the smug veneer of those who use their brains to find amusing ways to kill us. To make them realize that while we're vulnerable to the Capitol's cruelties, they are as well. (16.100)
"You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile.
[...] "No," I say, looking at Peeta with a new sense of appreciation. "Neither of use even knew what we were going to do before we went in." (17.26, 28)