Something Flickers Across His Bloodshot Eyes. Pain.

Hey, Finnick, Come On In! We Figured Out How To Make You Pretty Again!

Katniss: I Guess All Those Hours Decorating Cakes Paid Off. Peeta: Yes, Frosting. The Final Defence Of The Dying. (252)

You Know, You Could Live A Thousand Lifetimes And Not Deserve Him.

Not Only Does He Hate Me, And Want To Kill Me, He No Longer Believes I'm Human. It Was Less Painful Being Strangled.

How Much Energy They Put Into Harming Each Other. How Little Into Saving.