Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.