Today I might lose both of them. I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

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

They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

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

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia