No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

Why don't I just pretend I'm on camera, Plutarch?" I say. "Yes! Perfect. One is always much braver with an audience," he says. "Look at the courage Peeta just displayed!" It's all I can do not to slap him.

Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

I will never give up if you never give in.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?