You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she's warding off a very bright light. "No," I say looking at Peeta with a new sense of apreciation. "Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in." "And Haymitch?" says Peeta. "We decided we don't want any other allies in the arena." "Good. Then I won't be responsible for you killing off any of my friends with your stupidity," he says.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

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