are you fighting Katniss?
are you here to fight with us?
What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself.
“At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.”
Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken…
Remarkably unchanged except for the vacant look in her eyes.