When Katniss rips the photo, clove wipes her eyes.

It would be best, she knows, to destroy her own false memory, but she can't. It's too precious, what it represents. Both hope-- the thought of the husband and family her own arrogance had cheated her out of-- and fear-- always waiting for President Snow's revenge for two Victors escaping him.

And they had not even been as bold as District Twelve and her berries. It gives Clove a far sharper pang of sympathy for the lives of the seventy-fourth victors.