Mockingjay

bomb. Take into account my own inexcusable crimes. Dig up the truth about who dropped the parachutes. Prove it wasn’t the rebels. Forgive him. But since I can’t, I’ll just have to deal with the pain.
    Effie comes in to usher me to some kind of meeting. I collect my bow and at the last minute remember the rose, glistening in its glass of water. When I open the door to the bathroom, I find my prep team sitting in a row on the edge of the tub, hunched and defeated. I remember I’m not the only one whose world has been stripped away. “Come on,” I tell them. “We’ve got an audience waiting.”
    I’m expecting a production meeting in which Plutarch instructs me where to stand and gives me my cue for shooting Snow. Instead, I find myself sent into a room where six people sit around a table. Peeta, Johanna, Beetee, Haymitch, Annie, and Enobaria. They all wear the gray rebel uniforms from 13. No one looks particularly well. “What’s this?” I say.
    “We’re not sure,” Haymitch answers. “It appears to be a gathering of the remaining victors.”
    “We’re all that’s left?” I ask.
    “The price of celebrity,” says Beetee. “We were targeted from both sides. The Capitol killed the victors they suspected of being rebels. The rebels killed those thought to be allied with the Capitol.”
    Johanna scowls at Enobaria. “So what’s she doing here?”
    “ She is protected under what we call the Mockingjay Deal,” says Coin as she enters behind me. “Wherein Katniss Everdeen agreed to support the rebels in exchange for captured victors’ immunity. Katniss has upheld her side of the bargain, and so shall we.”
    Enobaria smiles at Johanna. “Don’t look so smug,” says Johanna. “We’ll kill you anyway.”
    “Sit down, please, Katniss,” says Coin, closing the door. I take a seat between Annie and Beetee, carefully placing Snow’s rose on the table. As usual, Coin gets right to the point. “I’ve asked you here to settle a debate. Today we will execute Snow. In the previous weeks, hundreds of his accomplices in the oppression of Panem have been tried and now await their own deaths. However, the suffering in the districts has been so extreme that these measures appear insufficient to the victims. In fact, many are calling for a complete annihilation of those who held Capitol citizenship. However, in the interest of maintaining a sustainable population, we cannot afford this.”
    Through the water in the glass, I see a distorted image of one of Peeta’s hands. The burn marks. We are both fire mutts now. My eyes travel up to where the flames licked across his forehead, singeing away his brows but just missing his eyes. Those same blue eyes that used to meet mine and then flit away at school. Just as they do now.
    “So, an alternative has been placed on the table. Since my colleagues and I can come to no consensus, it has been agreed that we will let the victors decide. A majority of four will approve the plan. No one may abstain from the vote,” says Coin. “What has been proposed is that in lieu of eliminating the entire Capitol population, we have a final, symbolic Hunger Games, using the children directly related to those who held the most power.”
    All seven of us turn to her. “What?” says Johanna.
    “We hold another Hunger Games using Capitol children,” says Coin.
    “Are you joking?” asks Peeta.
    “No. I should also tell you that if we do hold the Games, it will be known it was done with your approval, although the individual breakdown of your votes will be kept secret for your own security,” Coin tells us.
    “Was this Plutarch’s idea?” asks Haymitch.
    “It was mine,” says Coin. “It seemed to balance the need for vengeance with the least loss of life. You may cast your votes.”
    “No!” bursts out Peeta. “I vote no, of course! We can’t have another Hunger Games!”
    “Why not?” Johanna retorts. “It seems very fair to me. Snow even has a granddaughter. I vote yes.”
    “So do I,” says Enobaria, almost indifferently. “Let them have a taste of their own medicine.”
    “This is why we rebelled! Remember?” Peeta looks at the rest of us. “Annie?”
    “I vote no with Peeta,” she says. “So would Finnick if he were here.”
    “But he isn’t, because Snow’s mutts killed him,” Johanna reminds her.
    “No,” says Beetee. “It would set a bad precedent. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for