So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.

Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.

Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.