"I remember," and suddenly the only thing I feel is tired. Both my brain and my body feel it, seeping through and sucking the fight from me. "It feels like ages ago," an entire lifetime, before the war and the Quarter Quell that changed everything. Yet it wasn't impossible to see the path we had started out on, even before I shot the arrow that started a war. Even before the berries. The stirrings of thought inside the Districts that were just waiting for their moment to rebel.

If I could go back in time, I wonder if I would change things. I wonder if my actions would have made a difference. Or would the Capitol's cruelty gotten through in the end anyways?