Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

I carefully lay out the provisions. One thin black sleeping bag that reflects body heat. A pack of crackers. A pack of dried beef strips. A bottle of iodine. A box of wooden matches. A small coil of wire. A pair of sunglasses. And a half-gallon plastic bottle with a cap for carrying water that's bone dry. No water. How hard would it have been for them to fill up the bottle?

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.