I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.
Suzanne CollinsReally? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.
Suzanne CollinsYes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snowโs dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that Iโm still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed meโฆbut not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?
Suzanne CollinsYeah, about that,โ says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. โDonโt try something like that again.โ โOr what?โ I ask. โOr . . . or . . .โ He canโt think of anything good. โJust give me a minute.
Suzanne Collins