[She had been following him until the very end. As grim and despairing as his words had been, they had made sense. He had described the last three years of her life immaculately. Ever since Effie Trinket had pulled Prim's name from the reaping bowl, Katniss had felt life had been synonymous with tragedy.
And just when she had thought life could maybe return to normal, when the war seemed almost over, the worst had happened. Prim had died. Her little sister. The girl she had easily sacrificed everything for to protect.
This man's right. Life does worsen still. It finds a way. A way to knock you back down once you've gotten up again.
But that last bit...]
You mean like in faith, don't you? Like in religion? [Her nose wrinkles and she shakes her head.] We don't have that in Panem.
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And just when she had thought life could maybe return to normal, when the war seemed almost over, the worst had happened. Prim had died. Her little sister. The girl she had easily sacrificed everything for to protect.
This man's right. Life does worsen still. It finds a way. A way to knock you back down once you've gotten up again.
But that last bit...]
You mean like in faith, don't you? Like in religion? [Her nose wrinkles and she shakes her head.] We don't have that in Panem.