No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.