Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.

You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?" "Like I couldn't take you.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.

I'm so tired, Katniss.