And all I wanted was to keep her safe.
Hungry fingers devour me, wanting to feel my flesh. As a stricken man clutches my face between his hands, I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people.
The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That’s how they recognize me, why I belong to them.
A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.
Catching Fire - Behind the scenes
It’s what we game makers like to call a wrinkle
I look in the mirror and I try to see myself.