Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

Why don't I just pretend I'm on camera, Plutarch?" I say. "Yes! Perfect. One is always much braver with an audience," he says. "Look at the courage Peeta just displayed!" It's all I can do not to slap him.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.