ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

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.

Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.