Let Me Go!” I Snarl At Him,

What Do You Think?" He Asks. "i Hate Them," I Say. I Can Almost Smell The Blood, The Dirt, The Unnatural Breath Of The Mutt. "all I Do Is Go Around Trying To Forget The Arena And You've Brought It Back To Life. How Do You Remember These Things So Exactly?" "i See Them Every Night," He Says.

I'm More Than Just A Piece In Their Games.

Shame Isn't A Strong Enough Word For What I Feel. "you Could Live A Hundred Lifetimes And Not Deserve Him, You Know," Haymitch Says.

Who Says I Can't Handle It? I Can Handle It," Said Gregor Obviously Not Handling It.

On And On We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Deaths Count.