Would you rather be swept up by giant tidal wave that crashes at the Cornucopia or choke for an hour on blood rain?
There’s always a flaw in the system.
❝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.
The odds are never in our favor.