Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything

There's No District 12 To Escape From Now, No Peacekeepers To Trick, No Hungry Mouths To Feed. The Capitol Took Away All Of That, And I'm On The Verge Of Losing Gale As Well. The Glue Of Mutual Needs That Bonded Us So Tightly Together For All Those Years Is Melting Away.

How Could I Leave Prim, Who Is The Only Person In The World I’m Certain I Love?

No. Now, Shut Up And Eat Your Pears.

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

I Guess This Is A Bad Time To Mention I Hung A Dummy And Painted Seneca Crane's Name On It.