Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?
Suzanne CollinsDespite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.
Suzanne CollinsThe hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?
Suzanne CollinsBut Mockingjays were never a weapon," said Madge. "Theyโre just songbirds. Right?" "Yeah, I guess so,โ I said, But itโs not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadnโt counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadnโt anticipated its will to live.
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