Katniss, The Girl Who Was On Fire!

How Could I Leave Prim, Who Is The Only Person In The World I’m Certain I Love?

Right Before The Explosions Begin, I Find A Star.

Desperate, Yet No Longer Alone After That Day, Because We'd Found Each Other.

She’s Really Gone, Then. The Little Girl With The Back Of Her Shirt Sticking Out Like A Duck Tail, The One Who Needed Help Reaching The Dishes, And Who Begged To See The Frosted Cakes In The Bakery Window. Time And Tragedy Have Forced Her To Grow Too Quickly, At Least For My Taste, Into A Young Woman Who Stitches Bleeding Wounds And Knows Our Mother Can Hear Only So Much.

We Had To Save You Because You're The Mockingjay, Katniss," Says Plutarch. "while You Live, The Revolution Lives.