#thgcharacters

“My sister gets to keep her cat.”

“Tell Snow, ‘Thirteen is alive and well and so am I.’”

“They’ve been watching me when I help out in the hospital. I’m already taking the medic courses. It’s just beginners stuff. I know a lot of it from home. Still, there’s plenty to learn.”

In the bedroom, I find another surprise. Sitting upright in a chair. Polished from her metallic gold wig to her patent leather high heels, gripping a clipboard. Remarkably unchanged except for the vacant look in her eyes.  "Effie," I say.  "Hello, Katniss." She stands and kisses me on the cheek as if nothing has occurred since our last meeting.

“Our lives aren't just measured in years. They're measured in the lives of people we touch around us.”

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

“Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You being from the coal district. But I said, and this was very clever of me, I said, ‘Well if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!’” Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond enthusiastically to her cleverness even though it’s wrong.

“You understand that whatever I do comes back to you and Mom. I don’t want you to get hurt.”