He's in pain. That much is evident, given by the stiffness of his movements. It's something to latch on to, if things go as wrong as I'm sure they will. Gale was born to be a rebel. More than any of us. The anger I saw in him all those years ago had started with discontent about things like tesserae and had grown to a larger scale. I can't lie - I wanted change, too. I wanted people in the Capitol dead as much as he did at times. Maybe the problem is that we're too similar.

"You became a soldier. We all did. But you were a strategist. You made...bombs." my mind, my legs - everything is telling me to just run. Before I completely fall apart.