I all but stumble from the room, my mind reeling. My heart is hammering, my hands are shaking, my mouth is suddenly dry andmy throat is closing up. I provoked this. I wanted this to happen. Why am I suddenly so terrified?

But I know why.

There's people dying right now. Killing. Burning. Because of me.

Well, not because of me, because of how they have been treated for far too long. Still, I feel responsible.

I can't dwell on it as I hear footsteps approaching and I force a grin onto my face as I see Mayor Undersee.

"Looking for Madge?" he says in a friendly tone.
"Yes. I want to show her my dress," I say, gesturing unnecessarly to what I am wearing.
"Well, you know where to find her." Just then, another round of beeping comes from his study. His face turns grave. "Excuse me," he says. He goes into his study and closes the door tightly.

I make my way to Madge's room. I'm still slightly shaky as I push open the door.

She's sitting infront of her mirror, attempting to put on mascara but her hand is shaking so badly she doesn't manage. I freeze at the sight of that. She's always so calm and collected. I hardly dare ask what has gotten her into such a state... But I have to know."Madge?"

She spins around at the sound of my voice and tries to force a smile, but it comes of as more of a grimace."Madge? What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing,"she says, finally managing to get a hold of herself. Had I not seen her a few seconds ago, I'd believe her smile and light tone."Really, nothing. You look beautiful, Prim. Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you,"I reply, stepping over to her and picking up the mascara."Let me?"

She just nods her consent. After I finish with her make-up, I grab a brush and set to work on her hair. Not that it needs it, it falls in pretty waves naturally. Still, I really enjoy stuff like this and Madge and I mess around with eachother's hair for fun alot, not matter how much Katniss rolls her eyes at us. Once I've somewhat calmed from the shock of what I've witnessed in the Mayor's study, I decide to push Madge further, steeling myself for the worst."Will you tell me what's wrong now?"

She meets my eyes in the mirror, quickly glancing away again."We- we said we wouldn't tell you 'til the cameras are gone..."

"Madge, I need to know,"I insist, and she turns to look at me properly, placing a hand on my shoulder."There was a cave-in in the mines."

All air is knocked out off me. I gasps, drawing in shuddering breaths, but nothing seems to reach my lungs. My whole body is shaking and I feel like I might faint. Finally I choke out,"Where? Who?"

"Gale's section,"Madge croaks out,"And the one next to it. Five dead. Gale – your mother thinks he'll make it. He's – he's in a lot of pain, but he woke up two days ago, so - "

She breaks off, both her hands now grasping my arms and guiding me to sit down on her bed."Livia's dad – he – he'll likely never walk again."

This can't be real. It can't, it just can't. This is Snow telling me there is always someone he can hurt because of my actions."When?"

Madge stares at me, unwilling to answer. I grab her shoulders, shaking her."When?"

She shakes her head slowly, sadly."Six days ago."

When I was in Five. And said those things. Oh god, oh god, what have I done? Why did I think a little girl could do anything right? I have doomed everyone I love. Why did I do this? I can vividly picture Gale, lying on a bed or a table somewhere, covered in blood and soot and I can almost hear his screams of pain. Livia's dad, staring at his useless legs. Livia marching to the Justice Building to take out more tesserae. I feel the bile rising in my throat.

Madge's voice seems far away and I hear her as if through a closed door. Her hand grasps my chin and she forces me to look at her."Prim! It's not your fault. You did everything just right. Okay? Look at me! It's not your fault. Okay?"

"I said – I said,"I stutter out, my mind still racing with horror. Madge cuts me off."All the right things, that's what you said."

"The president,"I mumble, but she doesn't let me continue once more."Bugger the president. Bugger feeling guilty. You're giving the people something they haven't had in far too long. Hope. And what they do with that is up to them. Okay?"

"Okay,"I whisper back, and I almost mean it. I always knew people would die. Snow's corrupt regime cannot be brought down otherwise. I can't back down now.

I manage a smile as I get up and straighten out my dress."He can shoot us down, but we won't fall. Right, Madge?"

"Right,"she replies, linking our arms as she leads me downstairs."We are titanium."