[Lydia is conflicted. She's pissed off that she's not going, angry at Gale for choosing others to go instead of her. But he's also leaving, and the mission is dangerous, and she knows if something happens to him she'll regret not being there when he leaves camp. Her lips are pressed together so tightly they almost disappear as she watches him in silence for a moment, until finally there's a subtle relaxing of her mouth.]

You know, there's an old Greek saying that people would give to those they care about as they leave for war.


Come back with your shield, or upon it.