"The revolution happened. There was a war. We won." No, we didn't. Not really. There isn't anyone who wins after a war like that, except maybe those who weren't born. They're the ones who get to inherit what's left of the world. I started the revolution in order to build a better world for Prim. One where she could become a doctor, something that would never have been allowed in District 12.

It didn't work. And with her died all my hope of ever believing in humanity as a race. It feels wrong to adopt such a bitter viewpoint, because it's the opposite of everything she was, and I know what Prim would have wanted for me. But she isn't here, and all that's left for me is to try.

I threw the Nightlock away. I could have taken the easy way out, but I didn't - because of her. Because I know she would have wanted me to live. "The rebels won. Not me."