[And it's that depravity and that sentiment that lets Clove share a little more. Because it's not something she wants sympathy for or to watch someone be shocked.

She wants to tell someone who'll get it.]

Where I'm from -- just before I came here? I died. Because Cato said he'd have my back in a fight, and he wasn't there. Got my skull beaten in for it.

[But she doesn't sound upset. Because, as far as she's concerned, she's not.]

That's how we work. He helps me out when it's convenient for him, I help him out when it's convenient for me. It's not... really attachment. We just... get each other. So we're together.

I like that a lot better than what people talk about around here, you know?