Not if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of those in the Nut. No interest in caging the pray for later use. This is one of his death traps.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I thinks she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

That what?" "That I knew i misjudged you. That you love him. I'm not saying In what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently.

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.