"I didn't know how to tell you. On top of everything else." On top of Prim, and Finnick and the horrors of the war along with Peeta himself. Selfishly, I hadn't known if my mind could handle recounting what happened to 12 too. I feel my eyes sting but I am not going to cry, because Peeta's the victim here and I don't want any sympathy from him when he's the one who deserves it. In all fairness. I turn my head away slightly.

"The bombings were my fault." He deserves to know that, too.