I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors. I want to tell the people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because we know what they are and what they are. THIS IS WHAT THEY DO.
President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground. Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!
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Izzy was like fire, in her flaming scarlet dress, with her moods as changeable as sparks. On the roof hed half-thought she’d strangle him, her arms around his neck as she called him every name under the sun while clutching him like she’d never let him go. Now she was staring off into the distance, as untouchable as a star. It was all very disconcerting.