“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.” - Suzanne Collins- Catching Fire.
“I think that’s all we can do,” I say. “It’s good. You’re good with this healing stuff,” he says. “It’s in your blood.” “No,” I say. “I got my father’s blood.” The kind that quickens during a hunt, not an epidemic.