At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

You’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live, the revolution lives.

you’ve given them an opportunity, they just have to be brave enough to take it.

Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark, that left unattended, may grow into an inferno that destroys Panem.

My mind’s lost with nightmares streaming
Waking up kicking, screaming

it’s a revolution

Every revolution begins with a spark.