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

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.

I curl up, make myself smaller, try to disappear entirely. Wrapped in silence, I slide my bracelet that reads 'mentally disoriented' around and around my wrist.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not."

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.