I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

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

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.

I don't think it's going to work out. Winning...won't help in any case. Because...she came here with me. - Peeta Mellark

I say we try it,' says Peeta. 'Katniss is right.' Finnick looks at Johanna and raises his eyebrows. He will not go forward without her. 'All right,' she says finally. 'It's better than hunting them down in the jungle, anyway. And I doubt they'll figure out our plan, since we can barely understand it ourselves.