She takes the bottle, wandering the few steps to her bed to sit. It's the closest thing to rest she's had in days and she's reminded of exactly how exhausted she is, both physically and emotionally. Drunk won't help any of it but she doesn't know what else to do.

Destruction and anger are easier than sorrow. They always have been. She doesn't acknowledge his warning. How could any of this possibly get worse? She's lost the one person she's spent her entire life trying to protect.

"I wish I was dead." Living now feels like she's broken her promise to Gloss, like she's cheated somehow. She knows that he would always choose her, that given the choice between Cashmere living and dying he'd tell her to live. But they'd agreed that if they couldn't be victors together that neither one wanted it - the Capitol would be unbearably cruel to the single sibling left behind. So they promised in together, out together. She glances to Hook, and adds: "I'm not going to kill myself. I just wish I already was. Maybe I can ask Johanna to try again."