Hearing him say her name just made her sob harder. She hadn't cried this much since Peeta had left. But it was different this time. Before, she had cried because she missed Peeta so much that it hurt. And she still missed him. Especially right now. Because if Peeta was still here, she wouldn't have gotten into this situation. Wouldn't have tried to get over him and... and find herself no better than those women who'd go to Cray's door at night.

She cried for herself this time. For her own self-loathing, always there even when she had felt actually happy and content with life here. Amplified now to an extreme level. She was a killer, a manipulator, a whore. Not a good role model to her sister. Not someone worth spending any time around.

The racking sobs that made her body shake, the tears that streamed down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face further and further against her knees. She didn't want to see the accusation in his face. The revulsion.

"You're," she hiccuped out between sobs, "you're going?"