That wasn't what Katniss had meant. It wasn't about placing blame for the things that had happened, or her decisions. Which wasn't to say she didn't feel guilty.
It was just too complicated to explain. How strange it had been to read a book written in her own voice. To see her friends through her own perspective but in future events that she hadn't lived through, how heartwrenching it had been to even read about the rescue mission that had risked both Gale and Peeta, about Finnick's confession on camera and how much it must have cost him to do that.
And the fact that she'd opened up about Peeta on camera. Only to have him brought back to her afraid, angry, and broken-- and seeing her as someone even worse. And then there were the deaths of Portia, and the rest of Peeta's prep team. Effie's disappearance. Gale and Beetee designing death traps.
But this wasn't really about any of that. It was much more selfish than that.
"I know," she said. She turned the knob underneath the pot to cook her stew with just a little bit too much fervor. "But he thinks it is."