[She shakes her head. She shouldn't continue. She should change the subject. But that would never change her memories, her nightmares. The way the deaths weigh heavy on her, even when they weren't necessarily her fault.]

Haymitch won his. The fiftieth Games. But Cato and Clove... Clove was killed by a boy named Tresh. I- [She hesitates. But the words keep spilling out.] I killed Cato.