He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

And she’s very clever, Peeta. Well, she was. Until you outfoxed her

If the careers want me, let them find me.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.