I Volunteer!" I Gasp. "i Volunteer As

Thinking Like Your Prey. . . That's Where You Find Their Vulnerabilities.

In Really Bad Times, The Hungriest Would Gather At His Door At Nightfall, Vying For The Chance To Earn A Few Coins To Feed Their Families By Selling Their Bodies. Had I Been Older When My Father Died, I Might Have Been Among Them. Instead I Learned To Hunt.

Let The Seventy-forth Hunger Games Begin, Cato, I Think. Let Them Begin For Real.

Sorry Excuses For Hunters And Friends. Both Of Us.

My Words Hang In The Air. I Look To The Screen, Hoping To See Them Recording Some Wave Of Reconciliation Going Through The Crowd. Instead I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.