I feel like I owe him something, and I hate owing people. Maybe if I had thanked him at some point, I’d be feeling less conflicted now. I thought about it a couple of times, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. And now it never will. Because we’re going to be thrown into an arena to fight to the death. Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won’t seem sincere if I’m trying to slit his throat.
destroying things is much easier than making them.
You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you.
Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!
“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”
“I’m not their slave,” the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That’s why I killed Cato… and he killed Thresh… and he killed Clove… and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I’m tired of being a piece in their games.”
every everlark scene
thg | 'young love'