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

I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair