How does it feel to have a walking reminder of the person who died in front of you?

You're back in District 12, free from the shackles of the Capitol arena and the 10th Hunger Games as reigning Victor, known for singing away the snakes. You go back to being a member of the Covey, singing your tunes, and flying away from that damn mentor of yours. There is only one issue.

She's a reminder, constantly there. Her yellow, blue and pink sunset bite marks on her skin a reminder of when dozens of those snakes swarmed her, Her pleading for you to save her, that killing all those tributes couldn't have been for nothing. The red blood on her knuckles, the skin where the blood stopped on her fingers to show how her fingers curled around the Trident.