What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

It's ideal really. They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise. Now let's go eat an awful lot.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

Despite serious reservations, I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.