She accepts the cup, taking a long swig before she answers him. A lot happened. She's not sure where to begin. Cashmere counts him as a friend, so she does want to tell him something even if it's just enough something to make Katniss look bad. Katniss deserves that though. There's a sting of betrayal - she'd stupidly started to warm up to the girl. She'd been right to begin with. Katniss is a stupid girl who would bring the whole country down by accident. After winning the first time around Cashmere did everything that was asked of her. She played by the rules. She didn't deserve to go back.

"I went back to the arena." Cashmere spits the words out, bitter. That's more or less the beginning. "Because of Katniss we all had to go back. It's where I was before. So I left here and I was there and it was so much worst than my first time in the arena." Blood rain. Jabberjays. Mutts. The Capitol's best for the victors they used to love.

"But we were doing all right." Cashmere shrugs, swallowing more of the wine. "and then Katniss shot him with an arrow." Which is leaving out a lot of details and admitting no guilt of her own - but as far as Cashmere's concerned, she's the victim.

Her voice is distance, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. She hasn't allowed herself the chance to cry and she doesn't want to do it now in front of him. "I couldn't - " couldn't get to him. She'd known immediately that she'd never make it to Gloss, not fast enough for it to matter. So she'd gone for Katniss instead. A little revenge before she upheld her promise to him and found a way to die. "And then Johanna put her ax in me." There's no wound but she can still feel the ache in her chest.