[She takes the portrait from Clove, still quiet. It's hard to keep emotions at bay this time. But the girl sitting next to her isn't just anyone. She's someone who Katniss can never, ever let know her own weaknesses. And that includes her guilt. Especially her guilt. The guilt she feels now as she stares at the picture. At the little girl who'll never exist.
The happy Career couple. The pair from District Two she saw die. Killed one of them herself. Didn't stop the other from dying. Not that she probably could, not against Thresh. Would they really have had this happy ending if she and Peeta had died in their stead? Marriage, a daughter? No Capitol, no Snow breathing down their necks?
She realizes how vastly unfair it all is. Not just that Clove and Cato were denied a life. That she never got this option. That she had to be the spark, that Snow had to hate her so much. She never got to have a chance at life with Peeta or with Gale. Never.
And then come along these new Gamemakers. With these new games. She gently puts the picture down on the grass and pulls out a folded photograph from her own pocket to pass over. Of a happy bride and groom, and their closest friends.]
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The happy Career couple. The pair from District Two she saw die. Killed one of them herself. Didn't stop the other from dying. Not that she probably could, not against Thresh. Would they really have had this happy ending if she and Peeta had died in their stead? Marriage, a daughter? No Capitol, no Snow breathing down their necks?
She realizes how vastly unfair it all is. Not just that Clove and Cato were denied a life. That she never got this option. That she had to be the spark, that Snow had to hate her so much. She never got to have a chance at life with Peeta or with Gale. Never.
And then come along these new Gamemakers. With these new games. She gently puts the picture down on the grass and pulls out a folded photograph from her own pocket to pass over. Of a happy bride and groom, and their closest friends.]