Something inside me twists as I remember another voice. Rue. In the arena. When I gave her the leg of groosling. “Oh, I've never had a whole leg to myself before.” The disbelief of the chronically hungry.

“I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruf…”

“You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting ar…”

“I WILL KILL SNOW.”

“the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agre…”