Well, it it was only occasional...maybe she could live with it. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to pull herself together somewhat and listening to Harley's words.

If she won, she could live in the Capitol. Not having to worry about the darkness would be nice...but...that would mean that she might never see Maxwell again. The thought hurt. On the other hand...would she ever find him again anyway?

For now, she abandons the train of thought.

"...Do you think I ever could? I don't know how to begin to control it."