"She-" I'm not sure where to begin, but the least painful place was at the start. Before all the violence and bloodshed really began. "District 13 moved underground after the war. They used me as a symbol for their revolution. All the other districts rebelled, until the Capitol was the only thing left. We were fighting inside it, but they laid traps for us. Pods. Laid out underneath our feet." Peeta would understand the reference to the Games, just as Finnick had. The words roll off my tongue as if they're a story I've memorized, but I tell it flat and without emotion. "When our squad leader was killed, he transfered authority to me. I changed the plan. I got them killed."

Keep it together, Katniss. You're not going to cry. "Finnick's dead. Cinna's dead. Prim's dead. She was -" I felt my voice begin to crack. "She was a healer. A good one. She wanted to help the wounded but she - they - the bombs went off." I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to erase the blinding flames from my mind's eye. I claw deeper at the skin in my palms, wishing I still had my medical bracelet on to use as a tourniquet. Pain helps me keep my grip on reality. Peeta taught me that. "I saw her-"

It's not necessary to say any more.