There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.

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

How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

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

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

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