"And all we have left are stories of Arlathan, and Elvhean. Whispers upon whispers of what was and what could have been." Katniss's gaze looked off across the library, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I've thought for a long time that maybe we should just let go of that time, those places. We're never getting them back. We're in the here, and now, and should start to build a new world for ourselves. Stop ... hiding in the slums and in the forests. Stop hating ourselves for what we've lost, start looking for a new history to be started instead."