There Are Much Worse Games To Play.

So It's You And A Syringe Against The Capitol? See, This Is Why No One Lets You Make The Plans.

But In My Head I Can Hear Haymitch's Smug, If Slightly Exasperated, Words: "yes, That's What I'm Looking For, Sweetheart.

I Press My Ear Against His Chest, To The Spot Where I Always Rest My Head, Where I Know I Will Hear The Strong And Steady Beat Of His Heart. Instead, I Find Silence.

The Cat That Prim Got Hates Me, I Think Partly Because I Tried To Drown It.

I Just Don't Want Them To Change Me, If I'm Going To Die I Still Want To Be Me.