Of course he remembered that arrow. It was just after it had been fired, with the ground upheaving itself and fire everywhere that he came to this place. Parts of that last day in the arena might be blurry, with blank spots from being knocked out at various times. It might not be a complete picture, but it was enough to send an emotional shockwave through him.

The Capitol got him.

He had survived it to be burned along with Katniss, he had at least made it that far. But what happened between those two points was a mystery to him. He was almost too afraid to ask.

It was too late, the door was open now. He couldn't close it yet. "Oh..." he breathed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubbed his temples with his hands. "Oh."