I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.
I'm not good at talking about myself.
I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.