She's Prim's Size In Diameter.

And Here I Am, Strapped Into A Tree, A Stone's Throw From The Biggest Idiot In The Games.

I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way, I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.

District 12. Where You Can Starve To Death In Safety," I Mutter. Then I Glance Quickly Over My Shoulder. Even Here, In The Middle Of Nowhere, You Worry Someone Might Overhear You.

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

Finally, The Intercom Crackles And Hatmitch's Acerbic Laugh Fills The Studio. He Contains Himself Just Long Enough To Say, 'and That, My Friends, Is How A Revolution Dies.