"It's not really dead," she retorts, which is what she tells herself to keep from spiraling into an existential crisis. "That's just what people call it, but they... they got really, really good doctors in the Capitol. It's more of their magic shit. But nobody really dies. Your soul doesn't go anywhere." Death, to her, means going to heaven or hell. If you just come back to your regular old life, it can't be true death.