But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.
I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she’s a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.
I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.
Haymitch said you’d take a lot of convincing.
I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I’m so grateful that he’s here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought. So glad I don’t have to face Cato alone.
Whatever the opposite of fine is, that’s what I am.
I’m filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.
Just last year i wanted to kill him, but now it is my duty to save him.
Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won’t seem sincere if I’m trying to slit his throat.
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.
I’m not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.
I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.
They’re a little strange, but I’m pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay.
I’ll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.
Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don’t care. I’m sick of people lying to me for my own good.
No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.
I know he was desperate. That makes people do all kinds of crazy things.
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.