“You should have been the Mockingjay. No one would’ve had to feed you lines,” I say.
“True. But no one likes me,” she tells me.
They built the wall to make us safe. The faction system keeps the peace. Everyone seems to know where they belong, except for me.
“What are you doing here?” he says.
“I wanted to go home,” I say, “and you were the closest thing I could think of.”