But Collective Thinking Is Usually Short-lived. We're

Our Romance Became A Key Strategy For Our Survival In The Arena. Only It Wasn't Just A Strategy For Peeta.

The Realization That I’d Have Nothing To Take Home Had Finally Sunk In. My Knees Buckled And I Slid Down The Tree Trunk To Its Roots. It Was Too Much. I Was Too Sick And Weak And Tired, Oh, So Tired. Let Them Call The Peacekeepers And Take Us To The Community Home, I Thought. Or Better Yet, Let Me Die Right Here In The Rain.

‎what Is To Prevent, Say, An Uprising?

I Stand There, Feeling Broken And Small, Thousands Of Eyes Trained On Me.

To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of A Drinker. It Makes Me Sick, And I Hate That.