Everyone knew Prim couldn't be the Mockingjay alone. Not after Haymitch's hurtful comment. I tried to encourage her, telling her she did fine but we all knew it wasn't true. And we all agreed that me being the second mockingjay would be a wonderful thing. It took the whole morning to truly convince Coin but in the end, we did it.

Now, we're gathered at a table in Command- Coin and her minions, Plutarch and his assistant Fulvia, my prep team, Haymitch, Katniss, and some random others like Greasy Sae, Finnick, Beetee, and a cattle expert from District 10, Dalton. At first I assume Coin gathered all of us, but it's Haymitch that delivers the opening words and welcomes us all. He's smaller and skinnier than the last time I've seen him, and I don't know if I should feel bad for him. Prim seems to lack a liking for him.

"-of a moment when Prim has genuinely moved you."

Haymitch's voice breaks through my thoughts. For a moment everyone is silent. Then Boggs, whom I thought was just Coin's servant, speaks up. "When she tended the wounded during the Quell."

Everyone nods in agreement. Prim looks down at her feet like the attention is making her uncomfortable. She's been in front of tons of cameras, but that doesn't make it any less weird for her to be the center of attention. She's always been like that since forever. I clear my throat and contribute to the conversation. "When she rescued Mags from the water, during the Quell."

"Good," Haymitch replies and notes it down on his notepad. After that it's moment after moment and I think back to before everything happened. It's almost impossible with the new life we have now.

"-in common with all those moments is that they're all original. They came from her. They weren't scripted." Haymitch's voice breaks through again.

"I don't think that's it," I blurt out. All eyes turn to me. I take in a breath and explain. "I don't think the fact that they were unscripted is the only factor. I think...I think the moments that moved us most were...were when she was truly herself. Not the fighter that the Capitol created her into, but the sweet, little girl from District 12."

Everyone seems to consider the thought and many of them nod. Even Haymitch.

"I suppose the boy is right. Anyhow, I think that the best thing for us to do is to place her in a real situation. See how things go, and hopefully her real nature surfaces. The recent bombings in Eight has left the district in some bad conditions. We should take her there."

The committee discusses it, then Coin finalizes it.

"Beetee, arm her with weapons, and get her into costume while you're at it. I'll have a camera crew assembled for the occasion and Haymitch will be in the air, supervising it all. I'm certain this concludes everything?"

"One more thing," I say. "Wash her face...you make her look thirty-five with all the makeup caked on her face."

After everyone's dismissed, Haymitch asks for a private word with Prim. I go out to give them their space. But once don't come out for a while, I look around to see if anyone is watching, then press my ear against the door of the room.

"-you didn't save Rory!"

"You let him out of your sight!"

I pull away in surprise. They're talking about me. I let that sit in then lean in once more.

"One thing's for sure, we're still in the game, and I'm your mentor."

Next stop- armory with Beetee. Prim and I go down together and I'm glad to have her to myself for once. We both get armed in some cool stuff like a vest that protects our vital organs, gas masks for emergencies, and earpieces that connect to our collar. Then Prim puts on her super cool slingshot set. "Right for fire, left for explosives, and the middle for regular," Beetee reminds her. I don't get a special weapon. My weapon is my voice. I have to rely on Prim for this one. She may be a sweet girl inside but she's also a fighter now.

Boggs is escorting the two of us to the Airborne Division when Finnick shows up. "Prim, tell them something, they won't let me go with you guys!" He complains. Hospital gown, slippers, shaggy hair, knotted rope in fingers, big wild eyes- I take in the state he's in. Nope, he definitely can't go. But who can tell him that?

Genius Primrose comes up with something. "Oh I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you something! Beetee designed a new trident for you, you should go check it out."

Finnick's eyes light up and excitedly asks what it can do.

"Er I don't know but uh you should go check it out," she replies smoothly. "But uh, you might want to get some pants first."

[He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" -he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose- "distracting?"

I can't help laughing because it's funny, and it's extra funny because it makes Boggs look so uncomfortable, and I'm happy because Finnick actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.] (page 79 lines 22 through 29)

Finnick leaves and Boggs, Prim and I get onto an elevator.

"I guess I should apologize for that?" Prim says uncertainly.

"Don't," he replies, "And nicely handled."

Prim and I exchange glances. We both thought Boggs was just Coin's minion, but maybe he's something more.

Suddenly the elevator is moving sideways. "Woah," I interject, surprised. Boggs just shrugs and tells us, "Lotsa elevator networks here in Thirteen."

Lotsa everything in Thirteen, I think to myself. We get off the elevator to find a bunch of hovercrafts and again I think, Yup, lot's of everything.

Prim isn't too interested in them but I sure am. It must be a boy thing. I talk with Boggs about them. He tells me that District 13 made some of the hovercrafts themselves, but some of them came from the Capitol, but they were updated. I feel hatred for them because while Thirteen had all this we were left to starve. Hatred for the Capitol, hatred for Thirteen. I think Boggs read my mind, because next he's telling us about the conditions and how the district was in no shape to attack. I believe him. "Besides, if we attack, will there be any humans left?" he adds.

"Isn't that what I said a while ago? And everyone called me a traitor," I say bitterly. Prim squeezes my hand.

"That's because you called a ceasefire," Boggs says without elaboration.

We get on a small hovercraft that's loaded with a television crew and tons of equipment. Everyone's dressed in grey military jumpsuits. Even Haymitch. And he isn't too happy about his snug collar. "All the work down the drain," Fulvia says to Prim, cupping her now-washed face.

"She's naturally beautiful, camera ready. Why would you say that?" I shoot back.

"Oh, not everyone's naturally camera ready," Fulvia says, "But you my boy, aren't you gorgeous!"

I grit my teeth but before I can say anything, [Boggs says brusquely, "Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear." I decide to go ahead and like Boggs.] (Page 82 lines 4 through 6)

The pilot warns us for takeoff and I strap myself into a seat next to Prim, and across from Haymitch and Plutarch Heavensbee. We rise and into the clouds we go.

What will be ahead in District 8? I don't know much about the war. I don't know what it will take to win. I don't know what would happen if we did.

"All the Districts are at war with the Capitol except 2. They have some pretty good living standards provided by the Capitol, as they produce military weapons and peacekeepers for Capitol," Plutarch explains.

"I thought Peacekeepers came from the Capitol, like...all of them," I interrupt.

"That's what you're supposed to think," he chuckles. I frown.

"But...the other districts are on our side?"

"Yes, yes they are. So we plan to take over the districts one at a time, ending with District 2, then take over the Capitol itself.

"If we win, who'll govern Panem?" Prim speaks up.

"All of us. We'll establish a republic where people of the districts choose their own representatives that become their voice in the centralized government."

Everyone eyes each other warily. "It's worked before," Plutarch argues.

"In books," Primrose mumbles.

"History books," Haymitch adds. But Plutarch is confident of his idea.

"If our ancestors did it, we can too."

I laugh a dry laugh. With the conditions our ancestors have left us in, I don't think we should be too proud of them.

"A republic does sound better than what we have now," Prim offers with a shrug.

"And if we lose?" I ask.

"If we lose, the next Hunger Games will be the worst it's ever been. Which reminds me..." Plutarch pulls something out of his bag. Nightlock pills. "Incase you get captured," he tells us. He shows us capsules on our shoulder armor where we keep the pills. You can bite them even if your hands are locked. Cinna must have been one incredible guy.

~A/N~ I finally wrote something -.-

My summer break has been so so very busy and I finally wrote a chapter! Thank you guys for sticking around, I'll start to post more often now...

I'm still trying to decide Finnick's fate but more importantly, what do you guys think I should do for Prim? Spare her? Or write her a beautiful death? Comment down below with reasons :)

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-Monica