She'd loved Peeta. Prim had never thought to hear Katniss admit that, but...she'd always thought it would be something that would happen. Back then, when they'd been trying to hijack him back. When Katniss had been so wrecked over him, to Prim's eyes. She'd always liked Peeta, because he'd done so much for Katniss, trying to protect her - how could she not like him? And there was a part of her that was happy he'd been here, to protect Katniss, to love her.

But he wasn't here any longer. And Prim knew what that must have done - what it must still be doing - to Katniss.

She squeezed Katniss' hand again, examining her sister's face closely, concern and care written clear across her own expression. "...Oh, Katniss."