“Panic begins to set in. I can’t stay here. Flight is essential… But I can’t let my fear show.”

“Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.”

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.”

“No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don’t own me.”

“The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”

“I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.“I can’t,” he says.”

“Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.”