“It’s because he’s being kind. Just as he was kind to give me the bread.” The idea pulls me up short. A kind Peeta Mellark is far more dangerous to me than an unkind one. Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there. And I can’t let Peeta do this.
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I’m not afraid.
Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves.
Or should I say my wings.
Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
“I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like […] but in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.” - (Mockingjay; Page 377)
