Katniss, There Is No District Twelve.

Even Though I Don't Ask, Plutarch Gives Me Cheerful Updates On The Phone Like "good News, Katniss! I Think We've Almost Got Him Convinced You're Not A Mutt!" Or "today He Was Allowed To Feed Himself Pudding!

I'm Not Flailing Now, As My Muscles Are Rigid With The Tension Of Holding Myself Together.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.

I Don't Know How To Make People Like Me. Cinna, How Do You Make People Like You?

And Here I Am, Strapped Into A Tree, A Stone's Throw From The Biggest Idiot In The Games.