No, that's not the worst part. [Elizabeth swallows, trying to steady her voice and push down the lump in her throat.] The worst part is that some of the damage looks familiar. The torn up grass, mostly, and the hole in my floor.

It was Songbird, I know it was. My jailer. [The more she admits out loud, the tighter her voice becomes. Gai is going to see her cry at this rate, and Elizabeth couldn't bear to do that to him. What could he do except watch her, and suffer because nothing would help?]

[She tries to stop herself from crying by pulling, hard, on her ponytail and wringing it with great intensity.] He's never done anything to me, he's never hurt me before. He's only killed the people who threatened me, or tried to keep me from him. I know that, I know that. So why did I leave Booker alone with him? Why did I run away to leave him to be killed?