The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.

Maybe the other tributes are out there beating one another senseless. Which would be fine. - Katniss -

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.