With the fate of her sister unknown, Katniss could never be as resigned to her fate as Hayley seemed to be. She was resigned to other things like never being able to sleep without nightmares and a heavy dark cloud that followed her around and making it hard for her to ever think she could ever be happy, but while Prim was still out there and in danger, Katniss would keep fighting. Prim meant more to her than killing Snow, always, and she would never stop trying to get back. Seeing her little sister age so much in the bunkers of Thirteen had really bothered Katniss because all her attempts to keep Prim safe and sheltered ended up being for nothing.
"I'll make it," Katniss replied, her voice steadier than she would have thought it would be. But danger described her life every day since she volunteered for the 74th Annual Hunger Games. It was hard to imagine what her life would have been like if her sister was never reaped for the Games, if she never volunteered. Grateful would never be a word she used, but Katniss didn't like to dwell on what could have been. She liked being realistic and since the Games, she needed things to be concrete when her mind started to slip away from her. My name is Katniss Everdeen, I am...
"Be careful on your way home." If this place was as dangerous as the other woman claimed it to be, that just felt like something she should say. Katniss turned, ready to walk away but she paused. "Which way is the housing? I don't need a guide. Just a direction." There could be things she could take there, even if she didn't stay.