My mother says healers are born, not made. - Suzanne Collins

I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

A shiver goes through me when I think of the proximity of my mother and sister to this man who despises me. Will always despise me. Because I outsmarted his sadistic Hunger Games, made the Capitol look foolish, and consequently undermined his control.
All I was doing was trying to keep myself and Peeta alive. Any act of rebellion was purely coincidental. But when the Capitol decrees that only one tribute can live and you have the audacity to challenge it, I guess that’s a rebellion in itself.

He looks at my hand. “So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.”