Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.
But some secrets are too delicious not to share.
It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!