So I’m watching Catching Fire again because I apparently hate myself (so this post totally has CF spoilers in case anyone is still avoiding those) and let’s be honest, there’s about a million parts that make me cry.
One of them is when Katniss, Peeta, and Finnick are getting away from the mutt baboons, and the morphling throws herself in to save Peeta. When they get safely to the water, he holds her while she dies, and she’s clearly terrified. So he tells her to look up at the sky, which is full of sunrise, and tells her to look at all the colors and how incredible it is, so her last thoughts can be of beauty and wonder, not pain and terror.
And that’s enough in and of itself to make me weep like a baby, but what the film is missing (and I believe they shot some stuff of this but it got edited out) is that she, like Peeta, painted. They mention the morphlings being “masters of camouflage,” but it goes beyond that - they paint beautiful things, too. So Peeta isn’t just comforting her as she dies - he’s comforting her in a way he knows has meaning to her, in a way that reflects a bond, however small, that they share. He not only shows her something beautiful as she dies, but he shares it with her, shows her that he knows her a person, an individual, with beauty in her, not just a shriveled-up drug addict.
And that is so fucking wonderful and I love Peeta Mellark and that’s all.