That drags a snort out of her. She tips her head up to the ceiling, crossing her arms over her chest. "Nice to have a talent, I guess."

Because she has survived. And despite the hollow ache inside her, she knows she'll keep on surviving, because she didn't make it through the nightmare that was the Games only to have what she'd fought so hard for taken away from her.

Because she hadn't been fighting for her district, or her family, or for glory. She'd been fighting to live. That was all that had mattered in the Games. And after everything, it was all that really mattered now.