Great. Now I Have To Go Back

He Frosted Under Heavy Guard.

I Swing My Arms To Loosen Myself Up. Place My Fists On My Hips. Then Drop Them To My Sides. Saliva's Filling My Mouth At A Ridiculous Rate And I Feel Vomit At The Back Of My Throat. I Swallow Hard And Open My Lips So I Can Get The Stupid Line Out And Go Hide In The Woods And-that's When I Start Crying.

If The Careers Want Me, Let Them Find Me.

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

I Don't Know What It Is With Finnick And Bread, But He Seems Obsessed With Handling It.