“We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch.
“While you live, the revolution lives.”
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames.
I am the mockingjay.
The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
“Because I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstances are.
If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life,” he says.
“I would never be happy again.”
“Git,” diyor. “Seni bekliyor.”
Karanlıkta iki gölge, umutsuz, ağır alacakaranlıkta birbirine uzanıyor. Elleri birleşiyor ve ışık, yüz altın kupadan dökülen bir güneşmişçesine sel olup yayılıyor.