“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch. ”While you live, the revolution lives.” -Catching Fire, Ch 27
He’s never coming back.
The words pounded against her brain; she closed her eyes and covered her ears to try and will them away. She wished she had never pulled out the photo album.
He’s never coming back.
“I KNOW!” Annie screamed from her bed, now tearing at her hair. “STOP IT. PLEASE.” Tears began to mix with her frantic cries.
He’s never coming back.
Impulsively-manically-the poor, mad girl from District Four chucked her wedding album into the bedroom’s lit fireplace and fell into a crumpled heap.
Finnick Odair was never coming back.
Gale meets my eyes, mouths something at me I can’t make out. I don’t know what to do. I can’t leave him, but I can’t reach him either. His lips move again. I shake my head to indicate my confusion. At any minute, they’ll realize who they’ve captured. The Peacekeepers are hauling him inside now. “Go!” I hear him yell.
