"The years afterwards were... less enjoyable," Johanna said, taking a sip of her drink. "PTSD is a bitch, for one thing. For another, having to watch both kids from my District die for the next couple years sucked. I was their Mentor, the one who was supposed to help get them through it."
Another solid sip from her drink. "And I never could. Couple years later it was all a moot point because there was a rebellion and that shit got stopped. But..." She shrugged.
"I was seventeen when I won, twenty-two when it was all said and done with."