Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until

For Some Reason Gale And Peeta Do Not Coexist Well In My Thoughts.

Tuck In Your Tail, Little Duck.

My Words Hang In The Air. I Look To The Screen, Hoping To See Them Recording Some Wave Of Reconciliation Going Through The Crowd. Instead I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.

Because...because...she Came Here With Me.

If I'm Going To Die, I Want To Still Be Me