"You’re an evil genius."
"I hope so. Either that, or I’ll set his desk on fire. You never know. One or the other…"
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
Peeta’s the good one, the likable one. He can make people believe anything. I’m the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking as possible.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
"You called me friend! Am I really your friend?”
RWBY SHIPS → redbot (penny/ruby)