Nor does Katniss want to put Matt in a similar situation, where he would be too busy taking care of her instead of focusing on the mission at hand. that would put them both in harm's way. More than that, it might show to Matt that she isn't actually ready to be out here with him. Or that he shouldn't have a partner at all. She doesn't want any of that to happen. The last thing she'll do tonight is let her guard down.

Of everything that she's ever felt, she likes the way love feels most of all. She likes the way loving Matt makes her feel: good, whole, necessary. A part of something that's more than herself. Loved just as much in return. Katniss doesn't think that there's any reason for Matt to confess his jealousy to the priest. Personally, she likes it. In her opinion, it just confirms how much he loves her. But she doesn't understand most of what being a good Catholic boy entails, especially when Foggy jokes about happiness being dangerous to Catholics. He ought to be happy. They both should be.

Once the two men are dealt with, Katniss quietly steps into the stairwell to peer down. Though a light bulb flickers up ahead, the stairs aren't all that well-lit. She can't see anything down below. "I'll take your word," she says, squinting to see if that helps. "How far down are they?"