"No," she shakes her head, dislodging their hands. "No, it isn't. It's a better thing to wish for than this," and it's something you should want too, Katniss adds in her mind, although her tone makes it clear what she's trying to say. In Panem, the idea of a life like the ones people lead on the island was an impossible idea; here, it was reality. It was staring them all in the face, even if Katniss couldn't reach out and have it herself. Not after Prim. Not after the war. It would feel wrong if she were to be happy when her sister is no longer alive, even if it were possible. It would be so wrong. Someone should remember.

And if it has to be her so that Peeta can live normally, then so be it.