I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

“Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will …”

“To set a precedent, I guess. So that if in the future she ever fell from grace,…”

“It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all a…”

“It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.”