Come On And Eat With Him. I

Just Last Year I Wanted To Kill Him, But Now It Is My Duty To Save Him.

I’m Stopped By The Sight Of Finnick Kissing Peeta.

Maybe Everyone Is Just Trying To Protect Me By Lying To Me. I Don't Care. I'm Sick Of People Lying To Me For My Own Good.

If You Won't Talk About Yourself, At Least Compliment The Audience. Just Keep Turning It Back Around, All Right. Gush.

Let The Seventy-forth Hunger Games Begin, Cato, I Think. Let Them Begin For Real.