Your Majesty— Tugging my ear. Whenever.

I know there was a time, when our country was new, when the assignment of these numbers helped organize something that was on the brink of not existing. But we are no longer that country. We are so much more now.

You ask for such simple things, I can't deny you.

You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together... it's the only way to survive.

The Selection was no longer something that was simply happening to me, but something I was actively a part of. I was an Elite.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?

You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.