Katniss has never entirely known if they were friends. Allies, sure, insomuch as anyone can be. Mutual survivors. They both understood something that most people couldn't. It was just a thing that happened when you became a victor.

Katniss rarely had friends. The same could be said for Johanna. Who knew? In the end, it really didn't matter.

"I fix things. Mechanical things. Not clothes."

That had been Cinna's job. It would always be Cinna's job.