"That's what I meant! The whole--tricking people shit. Like leading me out of the woods with freaking breadcrumbs and bringing me to your hive just snap my neck--no way. Break a few legs, drag me to question, stuff like that. Stuff you guys did--oh! I'm betting they were expecting it cause it's something they might do. Like that freaking fake in the first arena." Well her first arena. Either way, that idea connects and trails down a whole network of murderous rebellious thoughts. It concerns her less and less that those thoughts were buried, buried so far down she forgot she was capable of them.

The burning in her brain leaps, then cools again. It's a wonderful terrible feeling, distracts her from the pain, but she pushes it back again, tighter tighter into a space she doesn't acknowledge. Far.

When his eyes meet hers again, her mouth tilts in a half smirk, eyes almost losing their daze.

"I'm more likely to try to claw your eye out if I can't move. Holding me down is just a recipe for long scratches you'll have trouble explaining. Ask Signless."

Then she laughs, a snort somewhere in there.