It means we're on your side." That's what Bonnie said. I have people on my side? What side? Am I unwittingly the face of the hoped-for rebellion? Has the mockingjay on my pin become a symbol of resistance? If so, my side's not doing too well.

I miss him so badly it hurts.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

If I'm going to die, I want to still be me