I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there's only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It's as if he's speaking the words again. Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.He's right. We did.The point of my arrow shifts upward. I release the string. And President Coin collapses over the side of the balcony and plunges to the ground. Dead.

We call this a —bow", Cap'n, and the thing that's sticking out of that fellow's head over on the other side of the trench is called an —arrow—. If you put them together just right, they'll do all sorts of nice things to people who aren't nice.

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels like a snake.