It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.