If There's A More Helpless Feeling Than

For Me, It's Better To Wake Up With A Paintbrush Than A Knife In My Hand. -peeta

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

I Look Down At Our Linked Fingers As I Loosen My Grasp, But He Regains His Grip On Me. “no, Don’t Let Go Of Me,” He Says.

I'm More Than Just A Piece In Their Games.

The Only Indication Of The Passage Of Time Lies In The Heavens, The Subtle Shift Of The Moon. So Peeta Begins Pointing It Out To Me, Insisting I Acknowledge Its Progress And Sometimes, For Just A Moment I Feel A Flicker Of Hope Before The Agony Of The Night Engulfs Me Again.