"So what was your plan then? A hundred-odd Tributes go in, one comes out, and what-- you wanna be the one? You want to win the hunger games? What exactly makes you the priority target, here? You were always going to die, and yes, I set a trap, and I lured you in, but after spending ten minutes with that sword, I know exactly what you were feeling when you chased after me. Don't forget, I got a taste of that one, too.

Now, I took a risk, sure, and I took it with your life, as well as my own, but the other options were your choice to discard, not mine. So don't expect me to apologize for not letting you kill me first.

Right now, whatever your training, you're not acting as an assassin or a footsoldier. You're nothing more than dead weight. So, you don't wanna fight? Fine. Door's right there. Battles are chaotic, go AWOL, see if anybody cares. But do yourself a favor and grow the fuck up, first."