Then it’s just Venia, whose skin is so pale her tattoos appear to be leaping off it. Almost rigid with determination, she does my hair and nails and makeup, fingers flying swiftly to compensate for her absent teammates. The whole time, she avoids my gaze. It’s only when Cinna shows up to approve me and dismiss her that she takes my hands, looks me straight in the eye, and says, “We would all like you to know what a…privilege it has been to make you look your best.” Then she hastens from the room.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.