Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.