President Alma Coin:
Maybe you should've rescued the boy instead.
Plutarch Heavensbee:
No. No, no, listen to me. No one else who can do this but her.
President Alma Coin:
This is not the girl you described.
Plutarch Heavensbee:
Obviously, we need to make it personal. Remind her who the real enemy is.
President Alma Coin:
She knows who the enemy is. That's not the issue.
Plutarch Heavensbee:
Unless she's forgortten. There's explaining and there's showing. Let her see what the capital did to 12.
President Alma Coin:
She can't handle it. The Games destroyed her.
Plutarch Heavensbee:
This is the only choice you have. People don't always show up the way you want them to, Madame President. But that anger, that anger-driven defiance, that's what we want. And we can redirect it. We need to unite these people out there that have been doing nothing but killing each other in an arena for years. We have to have a lightning rod. They'll follow her. She's the face of the revolution. Let her see it. Let her go home.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:58