It hadn't been easy for Katniss to return to the commissary today. She had skipped out on breakfast, trying to drown herself in the cold shower after leaving Derek's room that morning. As if by doing so, she could forget all about the attack yesterday. She had messed up. She had messed up in a way that could have been so potentially costly. It isn't that Katniss could have easily died. That need for her own survival to be paramount died when Prim had died. Died earlier than that, probably at some point during the Quarter Quell.

That Prim could have died from her inaction is what continues to haunt her. It had ate at her when she had slipped into Derek's bed and every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she had been reminded. Katniss had froze because Prim was in danger. All she could see was Prim's death in Panem.

This morning, despite being held throughout the night, she still feels guilty. She feels guilty for allowing herself to be comforted. She feels guilty for needing anyone to rescue her or Prim. Work doesn't do much to distract her. The guilt lingers into the afternoon. Come lunchtime, her stomach rumbles. Still, even as hungry as she is, she stands outside of the commissary.

Going in just makes the guilt feel all the more poignant.