Dr. Aurelius once asked me what made a home.
I didn’t understand the question. And quite frankly, at the time I didn’t really care about what it meant.
He had a reason for asking, early on in my initial healing process. Before the parachute bombs. Before the Star Squad. While I still thought Katniss was a mutt, he was at my bed, asking me what I thought made a home. But the idea of home would always send me reeling. Always to the hate forced into my heart by the Capitol.
Always to blaming her.