"It got lost," she says, her voice still as quiet as she can make it. She looks up at him and thinks, as hard as she can, they TOOK it. It probably won't work, they probably aren't enough of a true ka-tet to share khef and the Capitol can probably block it, but she needs to try. "With the rest of my gunna."

Think, Bert, THINK. Listen to what I don't say.

But maybe he won't. Maybe he'll kill her for the next thing she's going to say and if he does, well, maybe she'll get revived. But this confession has been a lead weight inside her for over a week and she needs to speak.

"I cry your pardon," she repeats. "Please, don't-- don't do anything stupid."