She smiles at him like she knows exactly how to take him apart. The scary thing is that she does, but she wouldn't. She'd never destroy him unless it was the last possible option she had, but right now, in this situation, she wants him alive and here with her. Because, really, when it comes to friends, she's sadly without. "Don't worry," she sighs out the words. "I'm not exactly going to wait for a door to open back to the arena and shove you back in. I can let the revolution fade if I get to live," she says, which is the bitter truth in all this.

She has no one back home waiting to be rescued. If she's going to get tortured the instant she heads back, then she's happy to stay exactly where she is.