‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

It sends out a very clear message: "Mess with us and we'll do something worse than kill you. We'll kill your children.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.