Here lies Boghead amang the dead
In hopes to get salvation;
But if such as he in Heav'n may be,
Then welcome, hail! damnation.
— Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you.
— I can't. I guess that's the problem, isn't it? We blew up your mine. You burned my district to the ground. We each have every reason to want to kill each other.
So if you wanna kill me, do it. Make Snow happy. I'm tired of killing his slaves for him.
— I'm not his slave.
— I am. That's why I killed Cato. And he killed Thresh. And Thresh killed Clove. It just goes around and around. And who wins? Always Snow. I am done being a piece in his game. District 12, District 2. We have no fight. Except the one The Capitol gave us. Why are you fighting the rebels? You're neighbors. You're family.