Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.

So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality.” “They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile. “Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I'm about to put in a formal request myself.” “You're that good?” Haymitch asks me.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.