there's plenty of blame to go around.

Don't let him take you from me.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, “Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Thank you for you consideration