Closing My Eyes Doesn't Help. Fire Burns

We Follow Instructions To My Destination, A Chamber For My Preparation.

Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.

In Other Words, I Step Out Of Line And We're All Dead.

If You Die And I Live There's No Life For Me Back In District 12. You're My Whole Life. I Would Never Be Happy Again.

Living Out Here, I Have Found That Many Creatures Would Prefer Not To Fight. But If Your First Instinct Is To Reach For Your Sword, You Will Never Discover That.