He lays there, battered and bruised but not broken. Dread fills him, they're back. He can hear them coming. Sadistic chuckles and footsteps, he's not sure if they're really there or he's finally going insane. He hopes it's the latter, insanity is better than this tortures.
A flame lights in his head, a face flashes before his memory. How could he think like that, it's not what she'd have wanted. Confusion fills him and he is gripped with a terror he can't explain. All he knows to do is to grip her face in his mind, not wanting to loose the one thing that kept him together. But it's slipping away, he screams and screams, the agony of truly losing everything important hitting him in full force.
Then it's over, an his throat hurts for reasons he can't explain. Tear tracks are on his face. He doesn't know how he got them. He feels empty, the faint tugging at his memory and the throbbing of his broken heart are supressed by tidal waves of hatred. hatred for her.
"but you love her" a cruel little voice whispers in his mind, he shakes his head, frantically trying to destroy the voice that is denying everything he's ever known, "think her name," the voice murmurs, "think it." he doesn't want to but the name forces itself to the front of his memory anyway, and as he finally falls into a depth of Tracker Jacker induced insanity, his last words are an echoing scream of her name.
"Katniss!"
A cruel mockery of what was once a tortured mans last hope.
Once she was what made is world go around.
Now she is what makes it crash and burn.
He is alone in the world, is family: gone, his friends: gone, his home: gone, and, though he doesn't know it, his love: broken...