Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and examine one of the dresses I supposedly created. You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. Get dressed, you worthless thing.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.

This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.