Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one could help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?