I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

It's impossible to be the Mockingjay. Impossible to complete even this one sentence. Because now I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.