[She looks up with wide eyes, both in response to the touch and to what she's hearing. Because it's what she'd heard before, so long ago now. But in an instant, all that time fades away. She's on the beach in the arena, listening with dread as he makes his intentions clear.

"If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District 12. You're my whole life. ... No one really needs me."

Tears that have been months overdue begin to spill over before she can blink them back.]

No. [She shakes her head vehemently.] No. It was my fault. All my fault. I should've - [A beat] I shouldn't have gone. I... I shouldn't have left you. I -

[She can't finish the thought. A sob cuts in.]