[In Katniss' eyes, she hadn't done anything wrong. Suki and Sokka hadn't been together at the time. They hadn't been together for a while, if she recalled. She had barely known the other girl. And not a word was spoken about what had developed with Sokka because she didn't want anyone's pity when things ended. When it all went bad. Only a few people knew. But they were the people that she was closest with. People she couldn't really keep anything from.

Suki hadn't fallen into that category. Maybe someday. But certainly not for some time.

Probably, she should have cared as to why Suki was so angry. Reasoned it through. But Katniss was too caught up in her own world - in her own hurt and anger and grief and self-loathing - to really care. Instead, she shrugged again.]

My sister died because of me. I voted to let more children die in an arena, in a fight to the death. Why should I bother defending myself?