If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.
So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?