It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family.

And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.

And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you. Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

What do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.