Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until

My Sleep Wasn't Peaceful, Though. I Have The Sense Of Emerging From A World Of Dark, Haunted Places Where I Traveled Alone.

Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

They Don't Know That I'm Already Asking For The Moon.

There Are Much Worse Games To Play.

And Here I Am, Strapped Into A Tree, A Stone's Throw From The Biggest Idiot In The Games.