Hey. I thought that this would be a nice medium of catharsis. Basically, it's what I think Rue would say if she could make one final speech before the Games.
Ladies and Gentlemen, all citizens of my beloved Eleven, I want to make a final speech. I do not blame you, not any single one of you, for me being in the Games, and even if I do not like it, I feel honoured to represent our District.
To Mother; I know that even when I have perished, and my cannon has shocked you down to your spine, that you will love me. I understand that you may become upset at times, but whenever you are, whistle to the Mockingjays. They will become the essence of my life here.
To Father; you'll miss me in the fields. You don't need to say it, because I can feel it throughout this crowd of people. Any time you pick a Seville orange, remember about when I was a little girl, and I got the juice into a cut I had. Remember how you sang to me? I want you to echo the words: Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, Thou art lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine. This should bring you comfort.
To my friends; I will always miss you. Every thing I do in the Arena, every arrow I fire, every berry I eat, every tree I climb, will be for you. I hope I make you proud.
District Eleven, I know that you have no choice, and I know that nobody has offered to tribute for me, but I want you to all know, that even if somebody did, I would say no. The fates have selected me to do this, and I will not disappoint them. If I die, I die. But until I do, I have one last thing to leave with you: I will always sing, if not in flesh, then in spirit.