"I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato. . . and he killed Thresh. . . and he killed Clove. . . and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I'm tired of being a piece in their Games. "
You really get tired in one area of your life, and then you start questioning your whole existence.