Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

Not if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving the lives of those in the Nut. No interest in caging the pray for later use. This is one of his death traps.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

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.