A lot of people die. Of course it was a war, how could it be anything else? Was it their fault? Was it her fault for starting it with the stupid berries? Yes. But she'd only been trying to survive. Katniss closed her eyes and nestled closer again, clinging to him in an admittedly pitiful fashion. He was the anchor in that scary place of her nightmares, both sleeping and waking.
"The Quarter Quell," she said. "Johanna attacked me, that's why I was bleeding when I came here. I tried to find you," she clutched Peeta harder, recalling the fear, the raw terror and desperation at not being able to find him. How could she let them be separated? So stupid, Katniss.
"Beetee, at the tree. I shot an arrow, I blacked out." Johanna had given her a concussion.