The anger fizzles out of him easily enough once she starts crying. That's always been a strange weakness for him, at least once the Games were over. Little girls crying in an arena have no power over him. There's a moment where he pauses and tries to put that image out of his mind.

She's not fighting back anymore, so he leans up and removes his hand. "You'd be surprised what they could do to you, even when you have nobody. This never stops. Not until you're dead."

There's a bitterness to his tone, an anger he never lets anyone see. But maybe it's the only thing she's going to respond to.

"If I move, are you going to behave yourself?"