[No. She doesn't think Clove is sorry at all. But Katniss is. Though she doesn't say it aloud, but she feels it. Feels it as strongly as she feels guilt over Cato's death. Is this what would have happened? If she and Peeta had died and the tributes from District Two were allowed to have lived? It's easy enough to put the pieces together. No revoking the rule change. And why would they? No need for District Two, the Capitol's pets.
Marriage... and a child? A family. Safe enough to prevent a fate like Finnick's. The Capitol citizens loved their romance, their show and entertainment, far too much. Oh, sure, she's certain Snow would find some way to strike back. Some day. Victors are his to do with as he pleases. But there'd be no spark. No flames, no fire catching. No horrible Quarter Quell, no rebellion.
And all those people who died... died because of the Mockingjay, died because of her, Katniss Everdeen? They'd live.
And not for the first time, she recites quietly in her head: My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm eighteen years old. I should be dead.
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Marriage... and a child? A family. Safe enough to prevent a fate like Finnick's. The Capitol citizens loved their romance, their show and entertainment, far too much. Oh, sure, she's certain Snow would find some way to strike back. Some day. Victors are his to do with as he pleases. But there'd be no spark. No flames, no fire catching. No horrible Quarter Quell, no rebellion.
And all those people who died... died because of the Mockingjay, died because of her, Katniss Everdeen? They'd live.
And not for the first time, she recites quietly in her head: My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm eighteen years old. I should be dead.
The odds were never supposed to be in her favor.]