Living out here, I have found that many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.

You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

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?

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.