I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.

I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.

Do you really know what's going on And if you don't... find out

That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. "Only not to us.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.