[She had spent so much of her life the past few years fighting. Fighting and fighting and fighting and where had it gotten her? Peeta had been hijacked. District 12 had been destroyed. Her own body was covered in burn scars. And Prim - dear, darling Prim - was dead.
Sometimes she can't help to think that maybe running away would have been the smart idea in the first place. If she and Gale and Peeta had gathered their families and disappeared into the woods rather than staying in 12 to face the events to come. Would they all be alive today? And happy? Would she even be here?]
It's been hurting for months. And not just this. [There's a harshness in her voice, an anger.] But this isn't something I have to remember. This isn't like the rest of it. If people are right, it's not as if I'll remember if I ever do get to go home.
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Sometimes she can't help to think that maybe running away would have been the smart idea in the first place. If she and Gale and Peeta had gathered their families and disappeared into the woods rather than staying in 12 to face the events to come. Would they all be alive today? And happy? Would she even be here?]
It's been hurting for months. And not just this. [There's a harshness in her voice, an anger.] But this isn't something I have to remember. This isn't like the rest of it. If people are right, it's not as if I'll remember if I ever do get to go home.