He frosted under heavy guard.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.