I'm More Than Just A Piece In

Something Flickers Across His Bloodshot Eyes. Pain.

And Random Bits Of Happiness, Like Finnick And Annie's Newborn Boy.

It's Funny, Because Even Though They're Rattling On About The Games, It's All About Where They Were Or What They Were Doing Or How They Felt When A Specific Event Occurred. . . . Everything Is About Them, Not The Dying Boys And Girls In The Arena

Sorry Excuses For Hunters And Friends. Both Of Us.

You're Punishing Him Over And Over For Things That Are Out Of His Control.