Her fingers went to the necklace around her neck. She brushed the silver buttons lightly and her frown deepened. She had thought that she had been the selfish one in their relationship. Refusing to fall in love with him - with anyone really - but being more than willing to receive that sort of attention. But at least, whether she liked it or not, she had felt something. Had made it clear to him at the start what she wanted. And hadn't been frightened away when it looked like it could become something more.

All these steps she had taken. Steps to get over Peeta, steps to convince herself that she could be happy again. That, dammit, she deserved to be happy. Maybe she didn't. Maybe Zevran and Richard were wrong. She had killed people. Been responsible for far more deaths. Why should she ever be happy?

"The necklace?"