I didn't mean for the ridiculous romance in the last chapter to ruffle any feathers. It's long gone, never going to happen. All right. Finally you see her die.

And Snow, I'm sorry to say, was a human being. There had to be someone he cared about. So it was Rose Lucia Snow.

Alma Coin

Laughing. That's how I wake up. Laughing at what will happen to Snow today.

The day he's executed.

I send Hawthorne to give the Mockingjay her symbolic bow and arrow. I take a shower. Maybe I should address the nation…nah. No point. Snow's death will say enough.

I change into my fancy ballroom-style dress. Creamy white. Not really me, but it works.

I glance at new seal of Panem. It's a mockingjay flying over the presidential mansion, in full color. I think it's fabulous.

A skilled and quick Thirteen artist, Eleanora Senmi, drew and painted this seal on my pin. I clip that where my breast pocket would be on a practical outfit.

Katniss Everdeen

"I brought you this." Gale holds up a sheath. When I take it, I notice it holds a single, ordinary arrow. "It's supposed to be symbolic. You firing the last shot of the war."

"What if I miss?" I say. "Does Coin retrieve it and bring it back to me? Or just shoot Snow through the head herself?"

"You won't miss."

Alma Coin

I've told Snow. Now it's time. I climb onto the balcony.

Katniss Everdeen

No wonder no one bothered to have me practice. He's ten yards away.

I feel the bow purring in my hands. Reach back and grasp the arrow. Position it, aim at the rose, but watch his face. He coughs and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. His tongue flicks over his puffy lips.

Alma Coin

She hesitates. I have no idea why. Kill him, Katniss, I think. Kill him, and you will have revenge for Odair, for your squad, for the Eleven tribute, for everyone you've lost…kill him, and you'll feel revenge for Primrose.

Katniss Everdeen

The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string.

Alma Coin

It doesn't register for a moment. But then I realize what my last sight will be –

The arrow fired by my greatest asset. Into my heart.

I feel myself collapse over the balcony. Dead.

And that ends this fic. *Beethoven's Fifth Symphony's introduction plays*. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.