You think I don't understand? I understand what he feels; what he thinks, so if I'm throwing around the words, it's because they're floating around his half-empty head. I mean...I could rag on the fact that you're old...or that you're a dirty whore (except that one's never that much fun because all of you humans, essentially, are)...your drinking problem (he's concerned about you, sometimes, by the way), but I'm a little sad to say I think Peeta doesn't know you as well as he'd like to because there's very little ammo, I'll be honest. The mom thing's kinda all I got for you, princess. For now, anyway.
We'll see.
...yeah, only a little. It's words on a screen, stupid, I can't hear it. You can make it huge and sparkly and it still just stings a little.