My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know about you, Katniss." "But I don't want them to! They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to time in the past!" I say.

I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,” I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.