Finnick recites a poem he wrote to his one true love in the Capitol, and about a hundred people faint because they’re sure he means them.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.

It's to the Capitol's advantage to have us divided among ourselves.Another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers [of the Seam] and those who can generally count on supper and thereby ensure we will never trust one another.