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.

Your only defense can be you were so madly in love you weren't responsible for your actions.

Because...because...she came here with me.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!

Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner