And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays it’s final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days.
-Catching Fire, Chapter 18