[The written words make it sound like she's capable of anything. That she's the Mockingjay once again. The source of inspiration for a whole nation, the spark that lit the fire of rebellion. She had been something more than herself then. Had done it not as a self-sacrifice but as a selfish ploy to be able to kill the man she hated. And save the boy she now loves.
How people never seemed to see through the disguise, never noticed that she was a selfish, desperate girl determined just to survive, puzzles her. Even Clove, Clove who had tried to kill her in the arena, who had killed her here seemed to believe it. And she had never seen the Mockingjay propos. Not a one.
Maybe it's a good thing that this conversation is written. Katniss can't trust herself to speak aloud right now.]
I didn't do any of that for Panem. I did it for myself. I'm not some hero.
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How people never seemed to see through the disguise, never noticed that she was a selfish, desperate girl determined just to survive, puzzles her. Even Clove, Clove who had tried to kill her in the arena, who had killed her here seemed to believe it. And she had never seen the Mockingjay propos. Not a one.
Maybe it's a good thing that this conversation is written. Katniss can't trust herself to speak aloud right now.]
I didn't do any of that for Panem. I did it for myself. I'm not some hero.