Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.

I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.

Whatever it takes to break you.

Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.