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

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

Please feel free to take this personally.

But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.

Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.