I'm not afraid of death. I'd accepted mine the moment I let the arrow fly into President Coin's heart. No, earlier than that. The Quarter Quell. I was prepared to die in order for Peeta to have a chance at life. None of that comes close to frightening me. But I've seen Haymitch on his bad days, shaking and screaming at things that weren't there.

I don't want to see her die again.

"Alright. What are you going to do?" I keep my face as impassive as possible, but it's hard when my arms are shaking as badly as they were in the second arena, doused with chemical rain. "How long will it take?"