The camera pulls back slowly as they carry me away, for the first time revealing the arena as a whole. It looks like a giant eye. The Cornucopia marks the pupil. The wide circle of spring-green meadow makes up the iris. On either side, the darker green of the forest and mountain terrain narrows to points, forming the whites of the eye. Well, the symbolism has been lost on no one. Even the little kids in the Seam know the Capitol powers are watching us. I wonder if they ever consider that we’re watching them, too.
Sunrise On The Reaping, Chapter 25
The way I love this kid. Even after the most horrifying experience of his life, even as he reluctantly accepts that he has to play the Victor game and try his best to be a funny, crowd-pleasing, shameful thing for the people who cheered on his friends' deaths to play with, even as he resolves that he'll do it, of course he'll do it, if it means there's a sliver of a chance for his loved ones to survive- He just can't help it. I wonder if they ever consider that we’re watching them, too. Even when it seems that all is lost for good... I just love that Haymitch was always a rebel through and through.




















