It always comes down to this. To the point where every action she takes ends up hurting somebody in the long run. Often, Katniss wonders if there was really a choice in anything she has done, or if these were all things that were done to her. The Games were her choice as far as volunteering went, but as far as she was concerned there was no choice at all. The war, becoming the Mockingjay - it's hard to find a singular moment of her own in all of that. In the end, they were all played and the Game just took on a new face.

The berries, she thinks. The berries had been her own.

Katniss takes a deep breath. "I can't stop thinking about you and the bomb. That moment. I've tried - believe me, I've really tried to."