No One Will Forget Me. Not My

I Don't Know What It Is With Finnick And Bread, But He Seems Obsessed With Handling It.

Tomorrow's A Hunting Day," I Say. "i Won't Be Much Of A Help With That," Peeta Says. "i've Never Hunted Before." "i'll Kill And You Cook," I Say. "and You Can Always Gather." "i Wish There Was Some Sort Of Bread Bush Out There," Says Peeta.

It's More Complicated Than That. I Know Them. They're Not Evil Or Cruel. They're Not Even Smart. Hurting Them, It's Like Hurting Children.

You Know, You Could Live A Thousand Lifetimes And Not Deserve Him.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.