We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.

‎What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.