Disclaimer: Dialogue that you recognize from the books obviously isn't mine.
"Don't worry. I always channel my emotions into my work. That way I don't hurt anyone but myself."
I hold your hand in mine. I can feel your very soul pulsing there, the essence of who you are. When I looked into your eyes earlier, I knew the truth. You've never been able to hide your feelings, especially not from me. From the moment I saw you on my screen a year ago, I was captured by your presence. The girl who loved her sister so desperately she would die for her. You reaffirmed my faith that there was some good in the world.
When you stood before me with your grey calculating eyes, these were not the eyes that I saw when you volunteered for your sister Prim. For a moment only those eyes had opened up so that I could see everything you are—scared, terrified, willing, caring, compassionate, and fierce before it was sealed off again from the world.
How despicable we must seem to you.
I know we do. I've always known it though you were kind enough not to say it. I hope maybe that I was different for you—really truly your friend. Yet as we sit here, there are so many things I don't say. You don't know what's coming. You're just a girl—a pawn for the Capitol, but just as much a pawn for the Rebellion. I want to tell you, my precious Girl on Fire what's in store for you. I want to apologize for the role I've thrust on you. It's not fair to you to have to take up this mantle. Star-crossed Lover. Girl on Fire. Mockingjay.
But I know you. It's not fair that they chose you, it's not fair that I transformed you into their symbol. And it's not fair now, that as we sit here I don't tell you. I should, but I can't push that weight on you. I have done what I can to help you to survive, to help you fly from this arena my little Mockingjay. I know what it will cost, just as you did when you volunteered for Prim…And now as I sit here not telling you, I wonder if you were ever afraid because you didn't show it. I'm terribly afraid. I know what's coming. I know that what I've done for you will hurt me.
I think of all the words I want to say but can't. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Remember who you are. I didn't create you to be the Mockingjay, I only let the rest of the world see what you had become. The beauty of your spirit though reluctant was the catalyst to set the world on fire, to bring about a world where you could live—where Prim who you love most in the world can be safe. That's all I wanted to give you, a world, I fear I will never know. And I am sorry. I'm so sorry for not telling you. I never wanted you to get burned…but when a flame starts, left unattended it grows. No one can put you out now.
It's time for launch, so I stand with you and let go of your hand and zip up the neck of your suit. You stand on the plate, those grey eyes finding mine and the walls are down for me. "Remember, girl on fire. I'm still betting on you." I kiss the top of your head goodbye…sorry and then I stand back as you're enclosed in the glass tube.
"Thank you," I hear the words come from your mouth. But I don't deserve your thanks. Not after what I've done for you. Please, forgive me for making you the Mockingjay.