Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

And we must fight back! President Snow says he's sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that? Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.