and I’m conscious only of a strong wind with the hopeful smell of pine trees.

“Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat out dead, in an hour. Not even.”

This is no place for a girl on fire.

“Katniss, shoot straight.”

The woods have always been our place of safety, our place beyond the reach of the Capitol, where we’re free to say what we feel, be who we are.

Bright lights tearing us apart,

it’s gonna hurt all over.