By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.
I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.
A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me. "I'm with the Mockingjay," he says.
Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts." "Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.
The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen
Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.
It's just me and the Bane. And I'm fighting him because he killed all of those innocent mice and people, and I have to stop him. Not because Sandwich says so but because I say so.
There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.
The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
Courage only counts when you can count.
it is a perfect weapon
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.
But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?
Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers' faces. They'd have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country.
If the careers want me, let them find me.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.
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