Whatever It Takes To Break You.

It's Lovely. If Only You Could Frost Someone To Death.

But In My Head I Can Hear Haymitch's Smug, If Slightly Exasperated, Words: "yes, That's What I'm Looking For, Sweetheart.

I Miss Him So Badly It Hurts.

Doors Are For Those Who Lack Enemies.

Peeta Bakes. I Hunt. Haymitch Drinks Until The Liquor Runs Out.