Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

"Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. "Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

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

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine