There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.
Today I might lose both of them.
I try to imagine a world where both Gale’s and Peeta’s voices have ceased. Eyes unblinking I’m standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie.
Excuse me as I go cry.
TEARS
My heart.
