He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Really? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.

Even in war there should be lines you didn't cross.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

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.