"Isn't this place just the best?" Peeta said sarcastically. Wasn't this place just the best? Kill or be killed, mostly about you being killed. Everyone being killed in some way. It was just great.

He had to look away when the leg came off. He wasn't used to that part of it. It was one thing, knowing you had one. But to see it taken off, and to see that stub of yours, that bit that was what was left of the leg you had for your entire life, except up to almost a year ago? He couldn't do it. Peeta had to look away.

"How is it?"