I'm dead. You are too, obviously, or you wouldn't be speaking to me. Either that, or your mad. But we are all mad, in a way, aren't we? I was killed. You were too, weren't you? Your just not ready to face that yet. You're not ready to face just who killed you.
Ah. I see I'm right. We're not that different really, are we? You killed by Ga-oh? You don't want me to say it. Well sorry. You killed by bombs, me killed by mutts. Now, we could stand here and talk about who's death was more gruesome, but you shouldn't bother. I always win. I always win at everything…except the one thing that cost me my life.
Ah…you know who I am now, don't you? You know who killed me. I can tell your afraid of me. You have good reasons. I should've killed your sister. I almost did. What's that? You don't think I could kill her, after she took pity on me. Oh, trust me, I know she did. But she took mercy far too late.
Do you want to know how I would kill her? No? Tough. You can't leave me, because there's no one to go to, is there? No one you know.
I would kill your sister beautifully. It would take weeks. I would cut off each and every part of her. Fingers…then her toes…and her arms, only too the elbow, and her legs to the knees…The rest of her arms and legs…her nose…her ears…her eyes. And then I would leave her there to starve. That's how she would die.
I can see your horrified. Oh, well. I'm bored of your company now, anyways. I know this place well know, so I can find you someone. Who do you want? Finnick…yes, he died, Your father, Rue…I can't think of anyone else. What's that you say? You want your father. He's over there. So this is goodbye, I suppose. I guess you should have some final advice, so here it is. Stay away from Clove. She's got a grudge against your family. And…if you try hard enough…you can visit your sister in dreams.
What's that? You want to visit the one who killed you? Tell him that you understand? Go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Go see your father, explore…but avoid anyone you don't know. Go ahead…
You're back? I have news for you. They are holding a new Hunger Games. Oh, don't worry the rebels won, but they are holding one for Capitol children. I say it's all that they deserve. You don't agree. Your sister does. She and Haymitch helped make the decision. You could try and convince them otherwise, I suppose, but it would be difficult…
Oh! Off already. I guess I'll just hang out with my other dead friends…some time to myself…