I'm Going To Be The Mockingjay.

I'm Running On Hate. When The Energy From That Ebbs I'll Be Worthless.

Something Inside Me Twists As I Remember Another Voice. Rue. In The Arena. When I Gave Her The Leg Of Groosling. “oh, I've Never Had A Whole Leg To Myself Before.” The Disbelief Of The Chronically Hungry.

I Don't Want To Lose The Boy With The Bread.

Technically, I Am Unarmed. But No One Should Ever Underestimate The Harm That Fingernails Can Do. Especially If The Target Is Unprepared.

I Flee What I Can't Fight. What Can Only Do Me Harm.