The next day, I'm standing in front of Plutarch and Coin in Headquarters.
"Thank you. For agreeing to meet with me. I have decided that I will be your mockingjay, but I have a few conditions."
Hearing no objection from my audience I pull out a small slip of paper on which I had labored over all of last night, and continue on, rather shakily but confidently.
"Peeta and the other tributes, Johanna Mason and Annie Cresta will be rescued at the earliest opportunity. If and when Peeta is liberated, he will receive a full and unconditional pardon, no punishment will be inflicted, and the same goes for the other tributes."
I look up from my paper and stare expectantly at Coin. She nods ever so slightly, then, "No."
"It's not their fault you abandoned them in the arena." I counter. "They're doing and saying whatever they can to survive."
"Citizens don't make decisions in Thirteen." Coin says firmly, "There will be a tribunal and and a fair judgement. Thank you."
"The victors will be granted full immunity." I say, raising my voice in an attempt to match the anger I felt inside. "And you will announce that in front of the entire population of Thirteen, you will hold yourself and your government responsible, or you will find another mockingjay."
Plutarch slaps the table so suddenly, I jump.
"That's it," he cries, pointing at me, "that's her, right there. Isn't she who I promised you? We need a leader for this rebellion, we don't have more time. Trials, tribunals, can all be dealt with in the New Panem. This is worth the risk."
My eyes dart around the room, not knowing what to say.
"Do you have any other 'conditions'?" sighs Coin, looking towards me.
I pull out my crumpled list. "My sister gets to keep her cat."