Hey, Finnick, Come On In! We Figured

I'll Tell Them How I Survive It. I'll Tell Them That On Bad Mornings, It Feels Impossible To Take Pleasure In Anything Because I'm Afraid It Could Be Taken Away. That's When I Make A List In My Head Of Every Act Of Goodness I've Seen Someone Do. It's Like A Game. Repetitive. Even A Little Tedious After More Than Twenty Years. But There Are Much Worse Games To Play.

There's No Going Back. So We Might As Well Get On With Things.

Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything Else Is Unthinkable.

Somehow It Always Comes Back To Coal At School.

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