"I was," she said, reaching for the medical kit. Most of the antiseptic had been used on John's wound, as well as most of the bandages. She swallowed looking at it, remembering how John had died. In the end it didn't really matter, did it? They'd all die. If they were brought back by the Capitol, it would be without their physical wounds or scars. If they weren't brought back...well. Then it still didn't matter, did it?

"I guess I still am, here. But I wouldn't call myself gentle, necessarily. Not all the time, at least. If Sherlock was here, he'd tell you."

She could be harsh and confrontational when she needed to be.

She took a gauze pad, put some antiseptic on it and started dabbing it on the wound.

"This will sting..."