Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

Tuck in your tail, little duck.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

Yes, victors are our strongest. They're the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.