Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate

Its Not In My Nature To Go Down Without A Fight Even When Things Seem Insurmountable

Great. Now I Have To Go Back And Tell Haymitch I Want An Eighty-year-old And Nuts And Volts For My Allies. He'll Love That.

I Have Zero Interest In These Capitol People. They Are Only Distractions From The Food.

Ally." Peeta Says The Words Slowly, Tasting It. "friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll Add It To The List Of Words I Use To Try To Figure You Out. The Problem Is, I Can't Tell What's Real Anymore, And What's Made Up.

Yes. I Killed Him. And Buried Her In Flowers," I Say. "and I Sang Her To Sleep.