Bring District 2 glory. Give everyone a good show. Show no mercy. Overall, be unforgettable.
Clove falls to the ground, her mentor's final advice flooding through her mind. She wonders if she's done what she'd been meant to do, if she'd made her family and friends proud. Would they mourn her? Would they look down at her pitiful corpse, forever ashamed of her failure?
She'd tried. The blood flows from her wound as life leaves her body, and all she can think is that she'd tried. But what sort of legacy is that? The girl with the knives who'd tried. Nothing special. Nothing the audience hasn't seen countless times. She'll be forgotten the second the next tribute falls.
In the end, Clove realizes that her death isn't very meaningful. In the end, she's just another song that has been cut short, just poor girl done in by a rock.
"Clove!"
She hears Cato's voice in the distance, and a small smile forms on her lips. Cato. Kind Cato, who has worn a sadistic mask for the camera. Her Cato who never knew...
Before her eyes close for her final slumber, Clove mouths a silent prayer, though she doubts any great being will hear it.
She's dying, and maybe she's afraid, but she accepts it. But if her death means nothing in the greater scheme of things, let it at least mean that Cato is one step closer to home.
