Character: Plutarch Of Hainsby

Katniss.
Country you your arrow may be shocked, but I, as usual, no. You're what I imagined. It is a pity that we failed to say goodbye, but the coin and snow is dead, and the country's fate will be decided today. We can't be seen together. Today the leaders of the twelve districts will hold elections. Wins, of course, Palor. She became the voice of reason. Sorry that you went through so many hardships. And now they can't get away. But if I had to repeat for the sake of the outcome, I would repeat. The war is over. It had been a Golden time when all agree not to repeat the atrocities. Of course, we are just pathetic little people with a short memory and a gift for self-destruction. However, you never know. Maybe this time we will learn. I told you to get you out of the Capitol. You better stay out of sight. When the time comes, commander Paylor you shall have mercy. And the country will be at peace. I hope you do too.
Plutarch.

We're just strange creatures with the gift of self-destruction.

We're fickle, stupid creatures with a weak mind and a talent for self-destruction.

Better to waste a day than a month.

All we're fickle stupid beings with poor memories and a tremendous gift of self-destruction.

We are fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift of self-destruction.