There are much worse games to play.

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

Finally, the intercom crackles and Hatmitch's acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, 'And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss