You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whis... - Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whispers."Real,"I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."
"You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real,"he whispers."Real,"I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other."
"I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always,"he murmurs."
"Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared."
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."
"Knowing it and seeing it are two different things."
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."