I killed you. And you. And you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Stupid people are dangerous.

That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.