Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!
Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.