I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy," said Vikus. "Oh, I see," said Gregor. "So, when's he coming?" Vikus fixed his eyes on Gregor. "I believe he is already here.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.