How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

I curl up, make myself smaller, try to disappear entirely. Wrapped in silence, I slide my bracelet that reads 'mentally disoriented' around and around my wrist.

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

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