I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss." "But I don't want them to! They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to time in the past!" I say.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

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

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.