She wants to tell him to not be sorry for ever thinking that way. Yes, he had to think self-preservation and the safety of those he cared for, but thoughts like that kept him human. More human than the Gamemakers wanted them to be.

But she can't help the smile spread over her face. "Don't be sorry," Holiday tells him, meaning that sincerely, but looking up to him as if she didn't. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to know how sincere she was. "I don't like the gown either. My stylists have horrible taste."