I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

I don’t want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.