Thinking Like Your Prey. . . That's

Just One More Thing. I Kill Snow.

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

I'm Not Prepared For Rue's Family. Her Parents, Whose Faces Are Still Fresh With Sorrow. Her Fiver Younger Siblings, Who Resemble Her So Closely. The Slight Builds, The Luminous Brown Eyes. They Form A Flock Of Small Dark Birds.

You Here To Finish Me Off, Sweetheart?

Whose Is It, Do You Think?" I Say Finally. "no Telling," Says Finnick. "why Don't We Let Peeta Claim It, Since He Died Today?