Confusion wasn't new to Katniss and neither was feeling like a pawn in someone's game. Twice in her life she had been put in an arena and forced to kill teenagers and kids just like her to survive. Katniss was used to having uncontrollable things happen around her but her strength was that she was just stubborn enough to find a way to keep going. The one thing that motivated her more than anything else in the whole world was her sister Prim and Katniss would kill people just to keep her safe.
Crossing that line was still terrifying to her and she was afraid that she was just like Snow, ready to take lives without hesitating. Katniss told herself that she was different because she would always have nightmares and she would always be haunted by the people she killed unlike him. She had to believe that was true or she might lose herself completely.
Katniss didn't want to believe that Snow wasn't here. She had been so close and it was like all that work and all those friends she'd lost were all for nothing. If she wasn't so angry, she could cry. Maybe she would when she was all alone. "I need to find him. I need to get out of here," Katniss replied, her mind skipping past introductions and small talk (which she was never good at anyway) in her anger and confusion. "Months?" Looking around, Katniss didn't think an arena would be set up like this, or that they would put babies in it. They were monsters, but infants seemed like too much. "What is this place?"