I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

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

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

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