The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

The realization that I’d have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

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

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me. "I'm with the Mockingjay," he says.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.