I just stare into those burning blue eyes, letting her know she’s not dying alone. She’s with family. She’s with me. In the last moments, she releases her grip enough to lock her pinkie around mine. Looking, I think, for a final confirmation of the promise we made to each other. I nod so she knows I understand and that I will try my best to bring the Capitol down, although I have never felt so powerless in my entire life.
