Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

Thank you for you consideration

I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.

Please feel free to take this personally.