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

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead

I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss…he’s still trying to keep you alive.” To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are still on.

I vote yes....for Prim.

My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.