I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me... but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.