They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

Fire beats roses again.

I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots. And yet, in an odd way, I know they're sincerely trying to help me.

Beetee's glad we find the plan hard to follow, because then our enemies will, too.
Like your electricity trap in the arena? I ask.
Exactly. And see how well that worked out? says Beetee.
Well...not really, I think.