She's silent for a moment, the only sound their footsteps echoing off the concrete as they descend. Talking about painful things isn't something she does well. It's hypocritical, considering how she pushed Sherlock to open up to her about his trauma. If she can trust someone, it's him. But telling him about what has happened, how she died...she's kept herself together so far. She fears losing that, even with him.

"Everything that happened in the Arenas was recorded," she says, the tightness in her voice the only thing betraying her conflicted emotions. "You can watch it if you want. Even if you don't want. They're constantly replaying clips from the games...deaths, mostly...and there are screens everywhere."