Her grey eyes stared into his. He stared straight back. Neither gaze wavered.

Those grey orbs, cold as his own, flicked upwards. He almost flinched as the arrow was released.

It didn't hit him.

Coin. The girl on fire shot President Coin instead.

All those years of power, joy, despair.

Affection for his granddaughter. She would live.

Rage. At family, politicians, Gamemakers, commoners, Heavensbee, Alma Coin, Peeta Mellark.

Katniss Everdeen.

Revenge.

Everything came out in his laugh.

Along with a choking torrent of his own blood.

And a coppery scent not masked by the smell of his white rose.