She shakes her head. The only thing she does want is to somehow roll back the last 48 hours, back before the arena, when everything still felt like it had some chance of not collapsing. She wants the impossible, to take back every single decision that led the siblings to the arena. An odd thought crosses her mind - are her parents proud?

The table should be next. She knows she should fix that. Instead, she sits on the bed with a heavy flop. "Katniss killed Gloss. I couldn't get to him fast enough." She glances to Trip, her eyes welling with tears. "And now she's gone."