"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
-William Blake
Prim.
Sometimes the pain of her death was too strong for even Peeta to comfort. Sometimes the only that could conquer the agony was Prim coming back. But, of course, that wasn't possible. So, Katniss would drown in her sorrow until she became numb enough to ignore it for awhile. But not for long.
Sometimes that pain burned into anger. Anger towards the one that she had always leaned against, the one that she had trusted with her life. It pained her nearly as much as Prim's death to know that Gale had helped design the bomb that killed her. Burned her. Destroyed her. And she wasn't the only one. There had been other medics, other children that had become a human torch because coin and Gale wanted everyone from the capitol to suffer or be dead. It didn't matter if they were innocent or guilty, young or old. They had to go.
Watching the hunger games for the capitol children had been horrible enough, but Katniss had been burdened with the extra weight that it was her vote that had decided it. Although Haymitch's vote was last, he chose to follow "the Mockingjay." She thought it would make her feel better, she thought it would ease the pain. She thought it would help to see the people that had watched her suffer, suffer themselves. She didn't know it would raise the guilt and double the misery. Peeta had warned her and she had ignored him and agreed with Gale. But it made them no better than the capitol.
Panem didn't need more killers with a thirst for blood, it need more people who could comfort and heal. The country couldn't take any more tear downs, it needed mending. And to make that mending happen, there needed to be more people like Peeta. More dandelions in the spring. A shattered country can't tape itself back up without help. And people like Gale couldn't see that.
If people wanted more murders or blood, there never would have been a rebellion. The rebellion took place to end all that. So why, when the capitol is overthrown, is all that horror still here? Why would people want to continue ripping the fragile balance into shreds so tiny it's beyond repair? Who would do something to a friend that even an enemy wouldn't do?
And who would be able to forgive this "friend?"
Not Katniss.