The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

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

I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.