Knife:
I'm on the stage.
Snow is tied up on the other side.
I couldn't convince Coin to give me a knife. It isn't really fair. I have to do it with an arrow.
Coin gives me the signal.
I pull the arrow from the sheath and make like I'm going to shoot. I drop the bow, and the arrow. I run up to Snow, and whisper a faint 'goodbye' in his ear. I pull out Gale's knife and, just going for it, like I had thought about so often, I plunge myself through the heart.
Sometimes I wonder whether I should have killed President Snow before myself, but he was dying anyway. I tell myself that all the time. He was dying, painfully, in his stupid little rose garden.