I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.

I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.