[What does she really have to lose? More pain, more sadness? Memories of the deaths she caused: those she's killed and those that have died because of her. Memories of children dying. Memories of a mother utterly unresponsive even when her daughters needed her most.
There's not much in her life really worth remembering in the end. Maybe the way her dad sung, the way his voice made the birds fall silent, too. How happy Prim had been when Katniss gave her Lady. Or the way Peeta looked at that Halloween masque when she finally told him--
--no. No. That's exactly the kind of memory she doesn't want anymore.]
I want to move on, Sabriel. [She takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment.] I'm... I'm tired of missing him.
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There's not much in her life really worth remembering in the end. Maybe the way her dad sung, the way his voice made the birds fall silent, too. How happy Prim had been when Katniss gave her Lady. Or the way Peeta looked at that Halloween masque when she finally told him--
--no. No. That's exactly the kind of memory she doesn't want anymore.]
I want to move on, Sabriel. [She takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment.] I'm... I'm tired of missing him.