You Want A Piece Of Advice?" Said

So People Really Do Tear Out Their Hair And Beat The Ground With Their Fists

Orange? Like Effie's Hair?" I Say. "a Bit More Muted," He Says. "more Like Sunset.

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.

One Night, I Was Lying In Bed, And I Was Channel Surfing Between Reality Tv Programs And Actual War Coverage. On One Channel, There's A Group Of Young People Competing For I Don't Even Know; And On The Next, There's A Group Of Young People Fighting In An Actual War. I Was Really Tired, And The Lines Between These Stories Started To Blur In A Very Unsettling Way. That's The Moment When Katniss's Story Came To Me.

The Glue Of Mutual Need That Bonded Us So Tightly Together For All Those Years Is Melting Away. Dark Patches, Not Light, Show In The Spaces Between Us.