James held Clara tight, as if a sniper would decimate their reunion and she would be subject to punishment. He could at least enjoy this one brief moment of joy and relief...

He cupped her face in his hands as a rare but truly happy smile formed along his lips. Sunderland was looking gaunt, food was becoming scarce in Thirteen but he was doing what he felt was right. He felt alive and all he needed was an answer to a question that he'd been wanting to ask.

"The Capitol has you under their grip, doesn't it? There's no way you can run away with me to Thirteen, right?" He wants to know if this will be their only chance to be together, and when they exit this farm, they will have to part ways and claim the other is a monster. Sunderland doesn't blame Clara if she has to do this because in this small space, there is no one else in the world.