More than anything, she hated feeling like she was just for someone else's amusement. That had been what the Games were all about. It didn't matter how many times Snow talked about the reasons behind the Games, how it was a symbol of how small rebellions only make the Districts suffer. The Capitol turned the Games into televised events that people gambled on and bought souvenirs from. Those people didn't see the arena full of kids who were dying or being killed, they were seeing characters that they rooted for or against. The Tributes weren't people, they were objects and it took Katniss a long time to realize what Peeta had meant that night on the roof.
"How do they leave?" Katniss didn't care about the people who came back, whether they remembered or not. All she knew was that she intended to go and stay gone. This might have been nice or welcoming or safe, but Katniss felt so uncomfortable in safety, felt like she was letting down all the people who died to get her to that mansion and Snow was still alive. "I don't want to stay here. I have to go."
Katniss folded her arms across her chest this time. "I don't know. I don't care. I need to leave." She knew she was acting a little bit childish and all she really needed to do now was stomp her foot, but Katniss had always been stubborn and she wasn't really going to change now. People back in Panem needed her and whether she admitted it or not, she needed them too, so she wasn't about to give up and stop trying to get back to them.