Here's some advice. Stay alive.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

Finally, the intercom crackles and Hatmitch's acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, 'And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.