"You should thank me, sister. I'm just giving you a leg up on your competition," Venus says, gesturing to Sam with the machete. She throws it down to the ground, away from her as if it's a snake that may bite. There's no need now for her to fight when the focus is so drawn to the pool forming around Sam's knees.

She feels like hell saying that, acting blase as she rips someone out of the Arena, as she kills someone in front of their friend. She feels like the worse kind of heel, even as she knows it's just the game, that she'd rather these people die than Kankri, that her snarky one-liner might get them enough food to get through the week.

But she walks rather than runs from her guilt, and from De and Sam.