"I want to die as myself. I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not. I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol that they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games.”
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name?
Conceptual arts of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.
I must be strong. I owe it to Cinna, who risked everything by undermining President Snow and turning my bridal silk into mockingjay plumage.
We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction
The Hunger Games + text posts