So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality.” “They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile. “Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I'm about to put in a formal request myself.” “You're that good?” Haymitch asks me.

I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

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

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?