"The last thing?" Prim understood the question. She thought she did. Because these scars - these scars. Primrose had been training to be a doctor, and before that she'd helped their mother. She'd seen a great many wounds and she'd learned how people healed and how they didn't. There was a separate part of her mind that was cataloging the damage, offering up ideas of how it happened, even as she thought oh, no. Not Katniss.

The explosion, when they'd announced Katniss dead. And then her sister, before the bombs. Prim's name in that voice on the wind, and she'd turned - That sort of damage, with how far Katniss had been - she'd be hurt, but she could have survived, couldn't she? If she'd really been there?

She understood the question, but Prim swallowed, keeping quiet for a moment. She couldn't lie. She could, but - Katniss knew all her tells. And Prim had never lied to Katniss before. She wasn't about to start then, although she knew this would hurt. Prim swallowed again, gathering her thoughts. "I remember you. I - I thought I saw you. I did, didn't I? I saw you, just before..."

Prim didn't want to say it, but she would, if Katniss asked again.