No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

My death could, in fact, save him. If it can't, no matter. It's enough to die of spite. To punish Haymitch, who, of all the people in this rotting world, has turned Peeta and me into pieces in his Games. I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. And he has betrayed me.

There are much worse games to play.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.