Doors are for those who lack enemies.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

Why don't I just pretend I'm on camera, Plutarch?" I say. "Yes! Perfect. One is always much braver with an audience," he says. "Look at the courage Peeta just displayed!" It's all I can do not to slap him.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

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.