I did know Rue. She wasn’t just my ally she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house. I hear her in Mockingjay song. I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle. And I couldn’t save her. I’m sorry.
Yes, all men must die, but we are not men.
Becoming yourself is really hard and confusing, and it’s a process. It’s often not cool to be the person who puts themselves out there.