Something inside me twists as I remember another voice. Rue. In the arena. When I gave her the leg of groosling. “Oh, I've never had a whole leg to myself before.” The disbelief of the chronically hungry.

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.