But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

Crying is not an option.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say. "For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot." This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.

I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.” “The way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,” I say. Gale holds my gaze. “If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.