Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

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

There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

Only.. I want to do die as myself