Endure and survive.

"So they can sleep easier at night, maybe," I say, head tilting to the side, thoughtful. I've never really thought about it before, but it's the only thing I can come up with. "Pretend that it's something ordered and official when it's just... chaos." That or echoes in my head even as I speak. I know too well what's on the other side of it, find myself thinking, of all people, of the Capitol woman I killed when we broke into her house, whose boots I took. Of all the lives I've ended, that might be one of the most unsettling.