Something is bothering her, something beyond all that happened today. As if either of us needs anything else. I want to put my arm around her when she shudders, but I don't. Things have been too strained between us, and right now I need to focus on this plan we're talking about.

"I started at art school," I say softly, knowing that it was something that Prim said that inspired me to do it. Eventually I'd decided it was the right thing to do, that things were safe here. That we wouldn't have to deal with anything the Capitol would throw at us ever again. How wrong I was.

"We can't let them know this bothers us. We have to act like it's nothing. Like we're friends and we're happy and they didn't get to us at all."