There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

Allow me to translate, Twitchtip said, not even bothering to move. "She said if you don't stop your incessant babble, that big rat sitting in the boat next to you will rip your head off.

That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

I don't like self-righteous people," I say. "What's to like?" says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles.

Only.. I want to do die as myself