I'm so tired, Katniss.

I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light. Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.

Courage only counts when you can count.

I start to crack at four hundred to one.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.