When he caught her shoveling rich, delicious desserts haphazardly into her mouth, he simply smiled and returned his focus to his own plate. She hated that he smiled at everything she did.
When she became flustered by Caesar's line of inquiries, he gamely covered for her lack of words with his eloquence. She hated how he could turn her inadequacies into endearments.
When she refused to have allies, he concealed himself in the Career Pack, repeatedly leading them astray, and ultimately lost part of himself to ensure her safety. She hated the sacrifices he made for her.
When the rebels rescued him from Snow, and he greeted her by wrapping his hands around her neck, thumbs pressed into her windpipe. . .she hated that his hate for her was real.
Love will destroy us all.