So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.

We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Okay, listen to me, you're stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that's all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.

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