It's not about the sleep, not really. It isn't about anything like that, and Katniss supposes that there's no use pretending otherwise anymore, especially when she's spent so much of the past year pretending to be something she wasn't and forced into the roles that others gave her. If there's only thing she appreciates about the island, other than its relative safety even if that could taken away at any moment, it's this.

There's a time when one has to turn around and face things. It took her a little longer this time because she's had enough of fighting to last a lifetime.

"Tell me how I'm supposed to be around you after..." Katniss trails off, because her words have an edge she never meant. "I just..." one hand goes up to her face, brushing the scar at her temple that she equates with confusion.

"I don't know, and you're asking me for these things and I can't..."