one day we’ll reveal the truth
that one will die before he gets there
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
Don’t give up on him, Katniss.
block out the rest of the world as I take meticulous aim
Nothing is the same forever
It’s the things we love most that destroy us
the district 12 trio - modes of persuasion
there is no place for a girl on fire
But there are much worse games to play.
Burning. Still burning, I think numbly. The fires at the coal mines belch black smoke in the distance. There’s no one left to care, though. More than ninety percent of the district’s population is dead. The remaining eight hundred or so are refugees in District 13—which, as far as I’m concerned, is the same thing as being homeless forever.