"He has a memorial, you know? On the roof - but if you were in prison... well, a man, he's called Neal - you know, he wishes to be my friend? Even still? - well, he draws a picture of Orc for me, and I put it on my special rock. What else am I to do? I have asked that Cyrus to get his body back for me - he promises to try, but PAH! These Capitol people think we are stupid. He says it to be rid of me. God, I hate him. I hate them all." She flinched away from Harley's hand.