Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.