I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

We could do it, you know.

Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.