What keeps her at it? Keeps her moving everyday?
Everything she has ever had.. Gone. All her hopes, dreams... Obliterated.
Mission Accomplished?
But why does she fight? She has nothing to fight for, no reason for living. We have made sure of that.
Yet, she is still here, more committed to the cause than ever. She will inevitably find me, that I know. So will Snow.
I failed.
The Mockingjay in all he glory, was more than just a face, a figure. No, the girl had an unseen will that was as strong as iron.
I now see what factor I had overlooked.
I suspected she would crumble at the loss of those around her. But it made her gradually grow a thicker wall, and made her anger grow with each strike.
She was out for vengeance.
And she would achieve that goal.
Snow,
The Mockingjay cannot be defeated. She is and will always be. None can oppose her and win.
Give up, or your life will soon be over as mine is. You have no doubt already dispatched soldiers to my house; this much I know.
I have studied her this time, and I have full confidence in her to overcome you, and your body shall rot, and your grave be defecated on. This is my wish, and so it shall be once she finds you.
Farewell my old friend.
xoxo
Snow sat in his seat, staring blankly out the window. Several truths came to surface but he only focused on a few.
One, the plan had undoubtedly failed.
Two, she was after him.
But he had gotten the letter too late.
Right as he read the ast words, an arrow pierced his throat, and a single red drop of blood met the white parchment, and blossomed out.
"That was for everyone you killed. All those named and unnamed, known by many, and known by few."
The always majestic Mockingjay walked over and fished the letter from the lifeless hand that was holding it moments before.
And, reading it, did as the writer suggested.
Long Live the Mockingjay.
Was I the only one dissapointed in the ending in the book? It just isn't her to give up.