"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 the Mockingjay's song. I see her in my sister, Prim. She was too young, too gentle. And I couldn't save her. I'm sorry." I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.
Pt.22 We grab our backpacks and head for the other side of the capitol. We pass by burnt buildings, blown up ships, weapons and sheilds left behind. They have gotten up most of the dead bodies and skeletons.