Despite serious reservations, I had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least has some idea of what I'm going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

He frosted under heavy guard.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

I can hear President Snow's voice in my head. 'On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.