Jennifer opens up the fence barrier to meet a small girl in a wheelchair
She’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end she breaks
She’s never enough
And still she’s more than I can take
i’m the mockingjay;
I am the Mockingjay and this is the Rebellion
Making the best of it
Playing the hand you get
Well, you’re not alone in this
i can see the pain behind your eyes, it’s been there for a while
The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans.
“She got used to run away, to get afraid even when she wasn’t in the dark. She got used to feel the wind hitting her face. The air itself recognized that she was Katniss Everdeen.”
Now imagine that I ask you to remember something - either with a verbal suggestion or by making you watch a tape of the event - and while that experience is refreshed, I give you a dose of tracker jacker venom.
Not enough to induce a three-day blackout. Just enough to infuse the memory with fear and doubt.