But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.

While you live, the revolution lives

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.