Dawn Comes Before Sleep Does.

I Don't Care If You Got Knocked Up. I Can Still Rip Your Throat Out

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.

Something Keeps Me Moving Forward, Though. A Lifetime Of Watching The Hunger Games Lets Me Know That Certain Areas Of The Arena Are Rigged For Certain Attacks. And That If I Can Just Get Away From This Section, I Might Be Able To Move Out Of Reach Of The Launchers. I Might Also Then Fall Straight Into A Pit Of Vipers, But I Can't Worry About That Now.

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

You Here To Finish Me Off, Sweetheart?