I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.
the redneck and the sheriff; the outsider and the leader, the two men who when it all started were nothing but strangers to each other, but who, within time, have come to need and support each other, and struck up an unlikely friendship and a strong bond, one so strong that it won’t ever be broken, because they are brothers by choice, and in time they have developed an unspoken tradition of using a simple nod to show their affection, because to them, a nod is their version of a hug, the same way that it’s their own little way of letting each other know that they need each other, and that they’re family, without needing to say it out loud every time.
“What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again and only Peeta can give me that. So after when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real”.
carl, baby, i don’t want you to be scared ok? this is what i want. this is right.