You don't destroy what you want to acquire in the future.

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

If it's true, why do they leave us to live like this? With the hunger and the killings and the Games?" And suddenly I hate this imaginary underground city of District 13 and those who sit by, watching us die. They're no better than the Capitol.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.