I’d rather risk my life out there than spending the rest of it in here. We don’t belong here. This place isn’t our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least, out there we have a choice.
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.
When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life.