Apparently, in the years Amara had been locked away, humans had gained more of a hero complex than ever before. First, there was the crazy vampire who begged her over and over again not to die and now there was this girl, a teenager at the most, who had nearly killed herself to save her. When had to world become so full of valiance and bravery? Why did her life mean more to strangers than it did to herself? She'd been alive for more than a thousand years. To Amara, she should have died a long time ago. Her supposed blessed eternity with Silas had turned into a nightmare, a wicked dream with no escape. No escape because she wasn't dreaming. She was living it. Every agonizing moment of the dead supernatural passing through her on their way to the other side. She got use to the pain, a pain no one ever should, but she went crazy being a part of the living and the dead.
Amara opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the man from the car was coming over and apologizing profusely. The blond answered for both of them; the crowd started to disperse and the man left. Amara watched his retreating figure. How many people had told her it wasn't the right answer? That she should be thankful to be alive still. She hadn't told them why she wanted to die, why she needed to die and leave this world. She didn't think they would understand. Especially, when she wasn't sure what was real and what was no anymore. "I've been alive a long time," she replied simply. "A very, very long time." It was far from a detailed explanation, but she doubted this girl, like anyone else would believe her. Unless she was a ghost, but if she was, she wouldn't have been able to save Amara's life like she had.
"You are not a ghost." She stated it simply, a fact, and slowly pushed herself up. The young woman had taken the brunt of the car. "You wouldn't have been able to save me if you were." It was finally solid proof that someone around here was actually real. Some part of this world she'd awoken into was real. Peeta said he was real too, but Amara didn't know for sure. She didn't know anything anymore. "You're hurt. Is there a healer near?" The world was startlingly quiet and Amara was able to hear herself think finally. Perhaps the car accident had chased away some of the ghosts, but she had no doubt they would return...eventually.