Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.
I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.
it is a perfect weapon
Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?