Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

My death could, in fact, save him. If it can't, no matter. It's enough to die of spite. To punish Haymitch, who, of all the people in this rotting world, has turned Peeta and me into pieces in his Games. I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. And he has betrayed me.

Better not to give in to it.