He would protect her. He had already made the decision that somehow, so long as he could help it, Katniss would be the victor. He'd use every possible strategy he could think of and every last breath would go into making sure Katniss was safe, that she was the one to make it and he would be dead. He was prepared to die for her sake and in his mind... that was exactly what would happen. His whole world would be crushed without her but she had people to take care of her and love her just the same.

His arms held onto her just as tightly, lips pressed to her temple as he shut his eyes and just held her, not caring about the physical between them right now. They were hiding more than they showed and he knew it... A part of him didn't want to face it right now either. He'd rather spend the rest of his last night with her blissfully unaware.

"Well be okay tonight," he murmured, leaving another soft kiss to the side of her head. "We won't spend a moment apart."