You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

You can’t miss your schedule. Every morning, you’re supposed to stick your right arm in this contraption in the wall. It tattoos the smooth inside of your forearm with your schedule for the day in a sickly purple ink. 7:00—Breakfast. 7:30—Kitchen Duties. 8:30—Education Center, Room 17. And so on. The ink is indelible until 22:00—Bathing

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

I'm trying to think of a witty comeback, when Boggs says brusquely, “Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.” I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.