The question is, what are you going to do?"<br /> It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it.<br /> What am I going to do?<br /> I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides.<br /> "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.