He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?

Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.