No more kisses for you, until you have eaten !

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people. The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me, why I belong to them.

Johanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. “How’d you lose Mags?” “In the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldn’t lift her. Finnick said he couldn’t take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,” I say. “She was Finnick’s mentor, you know,” Johanna says accusingly. “No, I didn’t,” I say. “She was half his family,” she says a few moments later, but there’s less venom behind it.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.