The only thing that hurt more than knowing the truth was seeing her breakdown over it. He hadn't planned to hurt her. He never would have done so willingly. But she deserved the truth and he knew his friend wasn't nearly as fragile as their Mockingjay. She could handle it. It would burn and she'd be angry and frustrated and want to take on the whole of Panem and this world and anything else she could get her hands on. But she could do it.
Slowly, hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You didn't get a say in the matter, Jo," he said softly. "I didn't even... It's fine, you know? It was all part of the mission to kill Snow. It was worth it. My kid...he's going to grow up in a better world for it. He'll never have the fear of the Games over his head." It sounded good. Out loud, oh, it sounded fantastic. But in his head...in his heart it still burned like fire.
"You're okay. I promise. Back in that world, in our time, you're okay."