[She watches as he moves his hand away. Tries not to recoil. Tries not to let the pain show on her face. The hurt. The fear that he'll pull away from her if she tells him this. That he'll no longer see her the way he does now.

Will he see her as something horrible now? A creature of the Capitol? Will he look at her and only think of this? A harbinger of future atrocities? It'll be like her with Gale again. Thinking of him and always wondering. Would she be able to survive that?]

There was a rescue attempt. At the end of the Quarter Quell. Haymitch and Plutarch... Finnick and Beetee and Johanna. They all knew. Maybe Mags, too. [She can't look at him now. Not as she sees Mags stepping into the fog all over again. Sacrificing her life for Peeta.] But we got separated. They needed me. They needed the Mockingjay.

So you and Johanna were left behind.