"It'll be okay," she whispered to the boy, kissing the top of his head and cradling him in her arms. She was all he had left now. His family had died, twice and now it was just him and the nuns.- Somebody else wrote this I just edited it to fit my story.
"I did know Rue. She wasn't just my ally, she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house. I hear her in the Mockingjay's song. I see her in my sister, Prim. She was too young, too gentle. And I couldn't save her. I'm sorry." I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.