Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.

Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

Yes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snow’s dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me…but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?