Cato Kneels Beside Clove, Spear In Hand,

I Poke Around In The Pile, About To Settle On Some Cod Chowder, When Peeta Holds Out A Can To Me. “here.” I Take It, Not Knowing What To Expect. The Label Reads Lamb Stew.

There's No Going Back. So We Might As Well Get On With Things.

Because It Doesn't Matter Anymore, And Because I'm So Desperately Lonely I Can't Stand It.

Nerrissa? You Believe Her? Well, You At Least Have To Credit Her With A Certain Instability! Remember When She Told You That I Was Going To Take Over The Fount With And Army Of Lobsters?" Said Ripred. You Did Try To Take Over The Fount With An Army Of Lobsters." Said Vikus. Yes, Yes, But It Was Years Before She Was Born. My Point Is, She Flip-flops In And Out Of Time Like A Fish In Shallow Waters." Answered Ripred.

But The Only Thing That Distracts Me From My Current Situation Is Fantasizing About Killing President Snow.