[Where he succeeds in suppressing the urge to yell, she fails. She has no qualms in letting her emotions show to Haymitch, all her anger and sadness and rage. He’s seen her at her worst. Seen her at her best. They really are too much alike for her to fear he’d ever think anything else of her.
Hands ball into fists and then loosen to pick up the journal. For a moment, she’s tempted to throw it. Instead, she just drops it back on to the floor of the treehouse in disgust. All the old arguments resurface.]
You could have rescued him instead of me. I should have been the one Snow tortured. I should have been the one left behind. He’s too good! He didn’t deserve that! Didn’t deserve what happened to him!
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Hands ball into fists and then loosen to pick up the journal. For a moment, she’s tempted to throw it. Instead, she just drops it back on to the floor of the treehouse in disgust. All the old arguments resurface.]
You could have rescued him instead of me. I should have been the one Snow tortured. I should have been the one left behind. He’s too good! He didn’t deserve that! Didn’t deserve what happened to him!