A lifetime ago, I thought I knew a girl called Katniss Everdeen. I thought she was smart and pretty and perfect in every way. I was prepared to die for her. I would have taken an arrow or bullet or anything else meant for her in an instant if it would save her life.
Now I know the truth.
That girl I loved is very smart. She's more than that, though. She's clever and wicked and cunning. Pretty? I can't tell anymore. I suppose she's attractive enough if you like traitors and all that they do to you. I can say with absolute certainty that she's perfect. Perfectly horrible. And as for sacrificing myself to save her… all I can say is, I would guide her into the path of the bullet myself. And shake the hand of the person who's holding the gun.