Endure and survive.

"Not in a long time," I say. In the Games, sleep had been a necessity, but so had limiting it. Too much or too little could both be the difference between life and death, depending. And after — well, after, you're still there, it's just all in your head, and it's usually worse. Going to bed is like an instant replay of everything I've done wrong, every life I've taken, every secret I've kept. I've at least gotten better at not waking up screaming, for Prim's sake. "Years. Which is... weird, to think about."