"This is her?" I whisper under my breath to Tomas who stands next to me in the medical bay. Together we look over the Mockingjay from a distance, our basic grey button down shirts standing out amongst the white coats that surround us and prattle on with clipboards.

"I guess so," Tomas replies slowly and I watch as his gaze moves around the bay to the other bodies lying on slabs. They all lay unconscious, sedated after being pulled from the Arena, as we watch over them and wait for them to wake.

"She looks so... Small and... Weak," I continue. Tomas merely glares at me, shaking his head slowly.

"Did you pay attention in history? Do you remember what happens in the Arena, Cassis?" A flash of a greenscape with a wolf tearing at flesh flickers into my memory and I cringe. That was the video I remember watching of the Games – the only Games I've ever seen.

"Didn't they say in the briefing that there should be a boy as well?" I wondered aloud. I hadn't seen him rescued, at least not the blonde one they'd described.

"I hear they had to leave him behind," he responded with a shrug. It was my turn to glance at him with a frown.

"But aren't they married? And what about the baby?" The thought turned my stomach. I'd seen the interviews, been privy to all the details as I was assigned to the Mockingjay's task force, I knew this wasn't going to work. "She is going to be useless to us without him."

And we'd be stuck again underground. Just when I'd had hope of getting out and seeing the whole of Panem.

Growing up in District 13 we only know what we're taught. Regimens are set from the day we're born and there's no breaking any of them for fear of being reprimanded. Nobody really knows what the punishment even is anymore; they just know it's something bad. We don't step out of line.

Instead we follow our tattooed schedules, showing up for course, learning our assigned trade, contributing to the hive. We survive by working together and by unifying ourselves as one. Individualism isn't sought after.

Or at least it wasn't until they told us about the Mockingjay.

In District 13 our education begins when we're five. From that point on we learn what we're told and we use what we know to help the district grow. Our history courses, the few of them that are mandatory, barely touched on the Games and what really happened in them. We simply knew that they were bad and because we were in District 13 we were safe. That was all we needed to know. Until now, at least.

Hindsight tells us that the announcement of the war was gradual, that for the past few months since what Coin described as the 'Reading of the Card' our leaders have been pushing us towards this inevitable fight. We didn't know it then but the way District 13 was changing – the way it gravitated towards an icon of rebellion – was only the beginning. When the announcement came about the Mockingjay we weren't surprised so much as we were inspired. In our obedient way, District 13 stepped up to the challenge and began to prepare for war.

The once silent people finally began to roar.