Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until

Winning Means Fame And Fortune. Losing Means Certain Death. The Hunger Games Have Begun.

It's Not Easy To Find A Topic. Talking Of Home Is Painful. Talking Of The Present Unbearable.

I Have Not Wept Since The Death Of My Parents," Said Luxa Quietly. "but I Am Thought To Be Unnatural In This Respect.

I’m In A Shallow Hole, Not Filled With The Humming Orange Bubbles Of My Hallucination But With Old, Dead Leaves.

But I Don't Know What To Him About The Aftermath Of Killing A Person. About How They Never Leave You.