Katniss agonizing over Prim after she kills Coin. It's written in a somewhat disjointed style because she's in a very fragile state of mind.
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This is all my fault. All. my. fault. It's because of me. I caused all of this to happen. If I hadn't been there, if I had been there, none of this would have wouldn't have felt the need- she wouldn't have seen me as a threat.
All I can remember is fire and flame and burning. All I see is the pain in her eyes. The only thing I'll ever remember is the agony of her screams.
This is all there is. It's all that has been. It's everything that could ever be. I'm trapped in this world of suffering, but not my own. It's hers. It's her.
I thought I could make it go away. I thought if I removed the tormentor the afflicted would be released. I was trying to protect her. I wanted to save her.
Why isn't she here? I did everything. I sacrificed everyone. There is nothing I would have ever held back for her.
But she's gone. My beautiful, sweet little duck. She flew away. She tried to fly, but they caught her. They plucked out her feathers and clipped her wings. She's trapped in that cage. Let her go. Why won't they let her go?
She tells me it's all right. She tells me it's okay. She begs me to let go.
It's not all right. She's not okay. I won't let go.
I can't.
I only have one piece of her. One memory. One agonized scream. Two terrorized eyes. Two explosions.
My little duck is dead.