"If wishes were horses," she says, her voice trembling. As much as she tries to sound above it all and like she isn't terrified, she is. No matter how bad the last two Arenas she's endured have been, nothing that happened in them could have set her up to be ready for something like this to happen on the first day. Or at all, really.

"Oh." Her voice sounds completely unrecognizable and far too small to her ears. "That sounds..." Horrific. Painful. Like Hell. "Do you have anything to do it with?"