I Think....you Still Have No Idea. The

Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And I Love Her More Than Anything.

And When Again It's Morning, They'll Wash Away. Here It's Safe, Here It's Warm Here The Daisies Guard You From Every Harm.

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.

What Happens When We Get Back? I Don't Know. I Guess We Try And Forget. I Don't Want To Forget.

"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."