[The spitefulness manages to outweigh the sincerity to Katniss' ears. She flinches, even though she probably deserved it. Trashing the bakery, shoving him on to the floor.
And it makes her question, not for the first time, what he's ever seen in her? How he could risk so much for someone so awful?]
It's my fault. I...
[...couldn't hunt. Couldn't sleep. Kept worrying. Kept hating herself for not going with him. But she doesn't know how to say any of that aloud.]
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And it makes her question, not for the first time, what he's ever seen in her? How he could risk so much for someone so awful?]
It's my fault. I...
[...couldn't hunt. Couldn't sleep. Kept worrying. Kept hating herself for not going with him. But she doesn't know how to say any of that aloud.]