Back in the arena. Back in the place of nightmares. That’s where I am going.
I have to admit I didn’t see it coming. I saw a multitude of other things. Being publicly humiliated, tortured, and executed. Fleeing through the wilderness, pursued by Peacekeepers and hovercraft. Marriage to Peeta with our children forced into the arena. But never that I myself would have to be a player in the Games again. Why? Because there’s no precedent for it. Victors are out of the reaping for life. That’s the deal if you win. Until now.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
You’d be surprised what lengths people will go to not to face what’s real and painful inside them. But then, that’s what my job is.
“I’m from Jersey and when I went to Cali I swore up and down all the nice people wanted something from me. I was like “…The fuck are you being so polite for?”
Where Killian doesn’t “Emma” her pretty much.
Favorite movies » On the Road (2012)
"What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."