Whatever problems anyone may have with the Capitol, believe me when I say that if it released its grip on the districts for even a short time, the en… - Suzanne Collins

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

He looks at my hand. “So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.”

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.