Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest

Because I Can't Handle The Nightmares. Not Without You.

They Can Pump Whatever They Want Into My Arm But It Takes More Than That To Keep A Person Going Once She's Lost The Will To Live.

There's No Going Back. So We Might As Well Get On With Things.

I Want To Do Something, Right Here, Right Now, To Shame Them, To Make Them Accountable, To Show The Capitol That Whatever They Do Or Force Us To Do There Is A Part Of Every Tribute They Can't Own. That Rue Was More Than A Piece In Their Games. And So Am I.

Desperate, Yet No Longer Alone After That Day, Because We'd Found Each Other.