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.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars, the prep team has to make me pretty and then damage, burn, and scare me in a more attractive way.

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.