action;

[She frowns a little at the question. She knows someone loves her like that. That she has no doubt about. The way he tossed her the burnt bread all those years ago, how hard he worked to protect her from the Careers, how he was ready to sacrifice his own life in those second Games. He's said it, too. Even if she hasn't wanted to hear it.

Peeta Mellark loves her. Peeta Mellark would die for her.

And she'd die for him. But does that mean that she loves him? Or is it like Gale said? Her own survival is more important than any capability to love.]

I don't know. [She says the words quietly, not quite meeting Rapunzel's gaze.] Do you?