I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.