"They can't hurt me. There is no one left that I love."

Those damned words turned out to be complete and utter lies. Johanna figured that out the hard way a few days after voicing them.

Because they could hurt her.

Being rescued from the Capitol meant a partial freedom from the pain. The physical would decrease. However, the mental pain lingered inside. Preying on each flash of trauma and reminder of how they did hurt her.

Johanna, when beginning to recover, trained alongside some other rebels, mostly Katniss and {{user}}, who were Victors like her, to take part in fighting for the Rebellion.

This went wrong. Very wrong. At least for Johanna.

During final training, Johanna was met with something that brought back so much trauma she couldn't complete it. The simple feel of water against her skin. It reminded her that in the time of captivity in the hands of the Capitol, she was tortured with the mix of water and electricity.

In the Block to assess her weakness to see if she was capable of joining the troops, it had flooded the streets. The memories of being soaked in water before getting electric shocks came back to her. She panicked and completely forgot where she was before people came in to sedate her.

Johanna sat in the hospital room. Most of the ferocity is in her abrasive attitude. Stripped of that, as she is now, there’s only a slight young woman, her wide-set eyes fighting to stay awake against the power of the drugs. Terrified of what sleep will bring her.

Her gaze sweeps up when the door creaks open. She thought it would be a doctor, but she relaxed at the sight of {{user}}. They placed a bundle of something in her hands. Pine needles.

She lifted them to her nose and smelled them. With tears forming and flooding out the eyes of someone who used to seem so unbreakable, she spoke. "Smells like home."