"We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives.”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
I don’t want anyone looking to me.
"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.”
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"I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go."
Listen to me. No one else can do this but her.