Just One More Thing. I Kill Snow.

Thinking Like Your Prey. . . That's Where You Find Their Vulnerabilities.

I Noticed Just About Every Girl, But None Of Them Made A Lasting Impression But You.

Girl Talk. That Thing I've Always Been So Bad At.

And Some Small Gnarled Place Inside Me Hated Her For Her Weakness, For Her Neglect, For The Months She Had Put Us Through. I Had Taken A Step Back From My Mother, Put Up A Wall To Protect Myself From Needing Her, And Nothing Was Ever The Same Between Us Again.

You're Alive," I Whisper, Pressing My Palms Against My Cheeks, Feeling The Smile That's So Wide It Must Look Like A Grimace. Peeta's Alive.