They say when you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
Tick Tock Its A Clock
Katniss by Amanda Tolleson
Oil paint brushes on corel painter with wacom tablet
THE MOCKINGJAY LIVES
No unity. No prosperity. Many sacrifices.
So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
Don’t you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they’ll ether be dead or with us. It’s…it’s more than we could hope for.
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Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a young prince named Peeta.
Would you like to be in a real war? Imagine thousands of your people, dead. Your loved ones, gone.
Was it like this then? Seventy-five years or so ago? Did a group of people sit around and cast their votes on initiating the Hunger Games? Was there dissent? Did someone make a case for mercy that was beaten down by the calls for the deaths of the districts’ children?…Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change now.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.