He's right. She knows that all of this is true, and that yes, Gale has a point but Katniss never claimed that her mind's associations were things of reason. They used to be, but not anymore. Not since the war spun everything about so thoroughly. He's angry, but she doesn't want to fight, not when there's an all-pervasive tiredness weaving its way down to her bones. Not only pertaining to her muscles, but her mind. Her experiences. She feels as if she might as well be a hundred years old, but with none of the wisdom.

It hurts. She drags in a whistling breath, one hand tugging on the end of her braid like the pain will ground her like it always does.

"I know that. I know all of that! And I'm not trying to make you pay. I'm..." what is she doing here, exactly? Katniss honestly doesn't know, and her face begins to fall before she rallies herself again. "You didn't do it and I know that but...you did. You do."