I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains steady as she croons to Buttercup. "It's all right, baby, it's all right. We'll be OK down there." My mother wraps her arms around us. I allow myself to feel young for a moment and rest my head on her shoulder.

I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Courage only counts when you can count.