Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.

Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.