Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

Peeta And I Had Adjoining Cells In The Capitol. We're Very Familiar With Each Other's Screams.

Sometimes, When I Clean A Kill, I Feed Buttercup The Entrails. He Has Stopped Hissing At Me. Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.

Haymitch In My Head Full-time. Horrifying

Because I Can't Handle The Nightmares. Not Without You.

Something Small And Quiet, Like A Match Being Struck, Lights Up The Gloom Inside Of Me.