I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

While you live, the revolution lives

Greeting to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed," he says. "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.

Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.