"I had to do that. At least once."
Just to be certain that I really felt nothing for you.
And how could I, when I've watched you kill? Humans are not playthings, although you seem to think so. Judging by the way that you toy with the baker's son.
You hurt him, and you hurt me.
I cannot love fire. It takes, and does not give back. One spark and the black mines burn.
But bread is dependable. Simple, yes, but in this world and these times, bread is life itself.
Katniss, stay away from the boy with the bread.