"I didn't hate you." The words sounded weird to her. She meant them, but they echoed between them and the slight cracking of her voice startled her. She had been angry at everything, so emotionally devastated after Prim's death and her own choices over Coin and Snow that every single emotion she had felt then was overly accentuated. She'd hated that they had drifted so far apart that there was a chasm that couldn't be breached, that her mother had left her all alone all over again, that she was destined to live out her years on top of a graveyard of all her neighbors that she hadn't been able to save.
"I hated what we've become." But what was there to do about any of that? Her shoulders were slumped, slouched down a bit as she focused back on the cat, unable to keep looking at Gale. Even here she could see all of the distance that laid out before them; it didn't matter that they were only a few feet from one another.
The kitten batted at the ties hanging from the cot, trying to keep a grip on them as they swayed against his tiny onslaught. "I hate that it took someone kidnapping us for us to even be having this conversation."