Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?