"Fuck, Katniss, I am not asking you for anything other than to stop making me pay for something I didn't do," he snaps, pushing to his feet and then bending again almost immediately to grab his shirt. "So you'll never love me; I might hate it, Katniss, but I can live with it. I'm not Peeta. I get that and I can't change it. But you keep looking at me like I did...Like I was..."

His jaw tightens.

"The last time I saw Prim was a month ago, and I kissed her cheek goodbye." He pulls his shirt on over his head. "But you want to make me pay? Fine. But I am not..." He looks away. "I can't hurt enough for you, Katniss. I never could."