Our lives were never ours. There was no real life because we didn’t have any choice. Our lives belong to Snow and our deaths do, too. But if you kill him, Katniss, if you end all of this, all those deaths, they mean something.
Our lives are not just measured in years. They are measured in the lives we touch around us.
I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment. For killing that little girl.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I’m okay once I realize you’re here.
Killing is not the answer.