"Like I've ever been very good at finding my way?" I'm not dumb, I know where my strengths lie. Leave me alone in the forest and I'd pick deadly berries or scare away all the wildlife, no matter how quiet I think I'm being.

Joking is the only thing I have left. I'm clinging to it, just like I wanted to keep clinging to her.

"Katniss-" I start to insist, but I know how stubborn she can be. That and I am freezing, my fingertips already turning blue. The coat doesn't quite fit, but it makes a big difference, even if I can't get it done up and it's a bit tight in the shoulders. I'm used to clothes that don't quite fit, I spent my life wearing my brothers' hand-me-downs. Even being the baker's son didn't mean we got new clothes, not in District Twelve. "Thanks."