He Hates Me More," Says

This Was The Door To Both Sustenance And Sanity. And We Were Each Other's Key.

"i'm Not Their Slave," The Man Mutters. "i Am," I Say. "that's Why I Killed Cato ... And He Killed Thresh ... And He Killed Clove ... And She Tried To Kill Me. It Just Goes Around And Around, And Who Wins? Not Us. Not The Districts. Always The Capitol. But I'm Tired Of Being A Piece In Their Games."

You Don’t Forget The Face Of The Person Who Was Your Last Hope.

Delly Lost Her Temper At Peeta Over How He Treated You. She Got Very Squeaky. It Was Like Someone Stabbing A Mouse With A Fork Repeatedly.

Hey, Finnick, Come On In! We Figured Out How To Make You Pretty Again!