While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

The Evil Thing Is Inside, Not Out.

A Spark Could Be Enough To Set Them Ablaze.

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

The Most Exciting Thing Either Of Us Does Is Nap.

If I Can Make It Clear That I’m Still Defying The Capitol Right Up To The End, The Capitol Will Have Killed Me... But Not My Spirit. What Better Way To Give Hope To The Rebels?