That seems to be crossing some kind of line," I say. :So anything goes?" They both stare at me- Beetee with doubt, Gale with hostility. "I guess there isn't a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

Only.. I want to do die as myself