[In the end, killing Cato had been an act of pity. It had been an act that also cost Peeta his leg. Her last arrow had been his tourniquet. But the mutts were killing him slowly. Too slowly. Hours and hours had past that night, listening to his pitiful whimpers. There had really only been a hunk of meat left when she had fired.
But a death is a death. Whatever the reason, she had been the one to kill him. The reasons don't matter.]
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But a death is a death. Whatever the reason, she had been the one to kill him. The reasons don't matter.]
Yes. That's him.