no such thing as hope

"Depends. What’s in it for me?" 

Fun. A friend. I don't know.

"I know. It’s what I do." 

Can you teach me?

You shoot pretty good.

Oh yeah, please, by all means, continue playing where I told you to fuck off about five minutes ago. Real cute.

Taze 'em.

A very pretty boy!

Speak for yourself!! Your eyebrows are works of art!

Fucking hell.

And I didn't want to be a boy. But here we are. Suck it up.

Just— fucking— blew up an important piece of machinery on accident. God damn it.

That's not good. How'd you do that?

“I think I just made a friend. You wanna’ help me kill the bitch?” 

Would love to, but can't. My killing her would suggest I'm not her sister. And-- well, I am.

"You think you’re just a sly little bitch, don’t you? Tell me, why aren’t you licking your sister’s ass like everyone else in the goddamn world?"

"No, it’ can’t—how in the fuck did you survive that explosion, you little maggot? You know what, it doesn’t matter. You’re not going to survive me, Everdeen. You get five seconds before I slit your throat. Run or don’t, it’s your choice.” 

I hope it’s not me.

"And just who the hell are you?" 

God damn it!

What's wrong, mister?

"Someone is going to fucking die tonight, I swear to God." 

I hope it's not me.

Happy Valentines Day to you too, Chels!

Who sent me these beautiful flowers? Step forward, please, so that I can marry you.

Aww, that's sweet.