It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

Courage only counts when you can count.

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

I killed you. And you. And you.

I'm going to be the Mockingjay.