We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.
Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.
Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.
Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.
It'd be better if he were easier to hate.