His hand closed over the arrows and she felt a pang of grief hit her. Those had been some good arrows, some of her best. But it was more than that. They had been a gift from a boy whose friendship she had truly valued. Someone who had been there for her when Peeta left. Someone whose friendship she had thought she had counted on.

And now? Now she had lost him, too.

As Sokka turned his back to her to leave, she did much the same thing. Her fingers closed in a fist around the necklace he had made. She should go give it to Richard. And then?

Then she didn't know. She didn't want to know.