But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

Katniss....he's still trying to keep you alive.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?” “It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say. “It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.