[It would make for a lonely life. But sometimes she still thinks that that's nothing less than she deserves. A killer, a poacher, a girl that had never been all that good at being nice to others. But then, at other times, she does remember to stop and think. To wonder if an uprising would have been successful without her assistance.
She doesn't know yet if it had been worth it. If all the deaths would be made up for by the end of the Hunger Games, the end of the Capitol's tyranny. And as long as she's here, she might never know.
But with the lingering nightmare, with the feelings of self-hatred and doubt still plaguing her, she can't bring herself to stop and think.]
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She doesn't know yet if it had been worth it. If all the deaths would be made up for by the end of the Hunger Games, the end of the Capitol's tyranny. And as long as she's here, she might never know.
But with the lingering nightmare, with the feelings of self-hatred and doubt still plaguing her, she can't bring herself to stop and think.]
Maybe.
...at least I'd be alive.