Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

Fine, Than I Will Not Have To Blame You For Killing My Friends With Your Stupidity. -haymitch

Maybe It's That We Are All So Starved For Something Good To Happen That We Want To Be A Part Of It.

The More You Can Distract Yourself, The Better.

Then Something Unexpected Happens. At Least, I Don't Expect It Because I Don't Think Of District 12 As A Place That Cares About Me. But A Shift Has Occurred Since I Stepped Up To Take Prim's Place, And Now It Seems I Have Become Someone Precious. At First One, Then Another, Then Almost Every Member Of The Crowd Touches The Three Middle Fingers Of Their Left Hand To Their Lips And Holds It Out To Me. It Is An Old And Rarely Used Gesture Of Our District, Occasionally Seen At Funerals. It Means Thanks, It Means Admiration, It Means Good-bye To Someone You Love.

Peeta Smiles At Me, Sad And Mocking. "okay. Thanks For The Tip, Sweetheart.