— And you've come to, what? Ask me to... Die?
— I'm here to drink.
— Oh. Finally, something I can help you with.
— Any last advice?
— Stay alive.
I never asked for this. I never asked to be in the Games. I never asked to be The Mockingjay. Just wanted to save my sister. And keep Peeta alive.
It must be a fragile system, if it can be brought down by just a few berries.
— What's goin' on in your head?
— I don't know.
— That's like kissing someone who's drunk.
I want the rebels to know that I'm alive. That I'm in District 8 where the Capitol just bombed a hospital filled with unarmed men, women and children. And there will be no survivors. If you think for one second that the Capitol will ever treat us fairly you are lying to yourselves. Because we know who they are and what they do. This is what they do! And we must fight back. I have a message for President Snow. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground. But do you see that? Fire is catching. And if we burn, you burn with us!
— He's a Career. You know what that is?
— From District 1.
— And 2.
— They train in a special academy until they're 18. Then they volunteer. By that point, they're pretty lethal.
— But they don't receive any special treatment. In fact, they stay in the exact same apartment as you do. And I don't think they let them have dessert. And you can.
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