I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

I think about going to the lake, but I'm so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did. I have to remind myself that Gale's in 2 with a fancy job, probably kissing another pair of lips.

When you're in the arena...you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

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.