Familiar with it, but he'd (almost) never acted on it before the Capitol. Before Julie. He couldn't. Used to think he didn't have a merciful bone left in his body because when push came to shove, he'd always gone for the arteries instead of letting prey go. R falls silent as Aunamee explains his reasoning. In a weird way he thinks it makes sense.

Maybe that's why Perry put himself in a situation where he knew he'd get eaten. For all he knows, it was worse somehow to live day to day compared to those brief, agony filled seconds as R ripped into him.

Fresh guilt wells up.

"But...not...their choice," R tries to figure out what's where. He wants to say it's different with Perry. "Wyatt...said..." What'd he say? R has to fight to concentrate between the wet dirt - really, it's almost mud at this point - sometimes dribbling into his face whenever Aunamee shifts his feet. "T...torture..?"