The Evil Thing Is Inside, Not Out.

We Could Do It, You Know.

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

As I Descend The Stairs, I Can’t Help Brushing My Fingers Along The Unblemished White Marble Walls. So Cold And Beautiful. Even In The Capitol, There’s Nothing To Match The Magnificence Of This Old Building. But There Is No Give To The Surface - Only My Flesh Yields, My Warmth Taken. Stone Conquers People Every Time.

You Know, You're Kind Of Squeamish For Such A Lethal Person

How Are You Managing? And Don't Say You're Fine." It's True. Whatever The Opposite Of Fine Is, That's What I Am.