This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

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

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant

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.