Stay with me.Always.

But for better or worse, I am not motivated by kindness.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

Plutarch rushes to reassure me. "Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie's. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them.""That's one of the few things I won't have to pretend, Plutarch," I tell him.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

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.

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.