"It's this place. The island. I thought it was a trick at first." it's difficult to give this explanation because it requires a momentary calm, which means I need to clear my mind long enough to do so and I'm not sure I can. "We were fighting the Capitol. Prim was there. Apparently we won." After all that had happened, it's disgusting to think of the outcome as winning. No one really wins a war. Those Capitol children didn't. The rebel medics from District 13 certainly didn't.

I dig my fingernails into my palms and begin to order myself to do even the most rudimentary things. Take deep breaths, Katniss. It almost helps to fight off the rising hysteria and the knowledge that this Peeta probably thinks I've lost my mind. Maybe I have.