Peeta: You Be Nice To Her, Finnick.

The Raw Hunk Of Meat That Used To Be My Enemy Makes A Sound, And I Know Where The Mouth Is. And I Think The Word He's Trying To Say Is 'please'. Pity, Not Vengeance Sends My Arrow Flying Into His Skull.

Roses. Wolf Mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything Screams In My Dreams Tonight.

It Takes Ten Times As Long To Put Yourself Back Together As It Does To Fall Apart.

For Some Reason Gale And Peeta Do Not Coexist Well In My Thoughts.

You Know, I Think This Is The First Time We've Ever Done Anything Normal Together.