I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.

But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.

It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.

Crying is not an option.

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.

She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she's spent years making up her mind about.