Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?
Two weeks later, we spoke again.
"As we turn the corner, the local bakery is getting its powdered sugar delivered, funneled into the cellar by the barrelful as if it were cement, and we can see nothing but the shadows of the deliverymen in the white, sweet cloud. The street is billowing, and Nick pulls me close and smiles that smile again, and he takes a single lock of my hair between two ﬁngers and runs them all the way to the end, tugging twice, like he’s ringing a bell. His eyelashes are trimmed with powder, and before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me." — Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn.
I killed you, I think as I pass a pile of rotting and burned bodies. And you. And you. Because I did. It was my arrow, aimed at the chink in the force field surrounding the arena, that brought on this firestorm of retribution. That sent the whole country of Panem into chaos.
A long time ago, Natalia Romanova
made me remember what it was like to feel human.
And they punished us both for that, in different ways.
Fighting her now is like punishing myself all over again.