She considered pouring herself another glass of firewhiskey, but decided against it. She'd be no good to mum drunk, and the house would fill up with people before they knew it.
"It's just..." She stared into her empty glass. "It doesn't feel real. It feels pointless. Why bother winning?" She frowned. "No, don't answer that. But it's.... why bother? Why bother if, in the end, you get offed anyway? I don't know."