There's No Going Back. So We Might

The Only Thing Worse Than Fighting A Giant Scorpion Was Fighting A Giant Scorpion Who Was Trying To Protect Her Young.

For Some Reason Gale And Peeta Do Not Coexist Well In My Thoughts.

Really, The Combination Of The Scabs And The Ointment Looks Hideous. I Can't Help Enjoying His Distress. "poor Finnick. Is This The First Time In Your Life You Haven't Looked Pretty?" I Say. "it Must Be. The Sensation's Completely New. How Have You Managed It All These Years?" He Asks. "just Avoid Mirrors. You'll Forget About It," I Say. "not If I Keep Looking At You," He Says.

Because...because...she Came Here With Me.

What Will Break Me Into A Million Pieces So That I Am Beyond Repair, Beyond Usefulness?