I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

Whatever it takes to break you.

You call that a kiss?