Best of luck, Katniss Everdeen, tribute from District Twelve.

‘But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. THe bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.’