Then I Dive Into My Tent Before

There's Always Hand-to-hand Combat. All You Need Is To Come Up With A Knife, And You'll At Least Stand A Chance. If I Get Jumped, I'm Dead!" I Can Hear My Voice Rising In Anger. "but You Won't! You'll Be Living Up In Some Tree Eating Raw Squirrels And Picking Off People With Arrows.

So Instead Of Acknowledging Applause, I Stand There Unmoving While They Take Part In The Boldest Form Of Dissent They Can Manage. Silence. Which Says We Do Not Agree. We Do Not Condone. All Of This Is Wrong.

Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate The Cheese.

Because I Can't Handle The Nightmares. Not Without You.

But Gale Is Not One To Keep Secrets From Me. "katniss, There Is No District Twelve."