I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.

Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.

Whatever the truth is, I don’t see how it will help me get food on the table.